Yin Shaojie watched her expression as she stopped struggling, looking like she had no idea what to do with him—he only felt that it was too cute.
Mu Xiaoxiao patted him and muttered, "If you are done kissing, hurry and get up. Do you know it's very uncomfortable with you laying on me?"
Just look at the size of him. He was so large and she was so petite; she could not even budge under his weight.
"I'm not getting up! Didn't I tell you? I want to eat you up." Yin Shaojie said very seriously this time, his eyes not containing a single hint that he was kidding. In the darkness of his eyes, which seemed to sparkle with a dazzling of stars, surged an intense and arousing heat.
Mu Xiaoxiao's face was getting hot. Thinking that he was just kidding, she rebuked him, "Eat your damn head!"
I'm still angry with you, okay?
How could he act so certainly as if she had already forgiven him?
