Yin Shaojie's heart still ached for Xiaoxiao. After all, it was her first time. He couldn't really make her faint, right?
After two times, he restrained himself.
He held her warmly and looked at her sleeping face in his arms. He lowered his head and gently kissed her cheek.
"Happy Birthday."
It was already past midnight in China.
Mu Xiaoxiao snuggled into his arms.
Yin Shaojie chuckled, his long arms tightening.
……
The next day.
The morning sun shone through the gaps in the curtains and onto the floor of the room.
He could vaguely see two bodies on the bed, hugging each other tightly, as if they could not be separated.
Mu Xiaoxiao frowned slightly and mumbled something. A big hand then caressed her waist and gave her a gentle massage.
A comfortable feeling spread throughout his limbs and bones.
She suddenly opened her eyes slightly, and her gaze was a little drowsy.
