Mu Xiaoxiao blushed as she looked at him, her bashful eyes watery.
What was this guy talking about?
"Hey, your hand…" She gave him a look. The redness had spread to her neck.
Yin Shaojie laughed mischievously. "I didn't finish talking. I want it… I want to hear you moan like just now. Don't restrain yourself."
"Bastard!" Mu Xiaoxiao knew that he was teasing her and she hit him bashfully.
However, he clamped down on her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
"Be good," He pacified her, drowning her in the tenderness of his magnetic voice.
Mu Xiaoxiao buried her head in his neck. Every breath she took was filled with his manly scent.
