"This was meant to help me vent. You can't be the only one feeling good," he said in a deep and husky voice.
His words seemed to hint at something else.
His gaze seemed to scorch as it fell upon the area where his palms were playing at. And as though in a deliberate manner, his fingers pinched the frontmost parts.
Mu Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth abruptly and let out a moan. The petite body was even more tensed as she gasped heavily and there seemed to be a swelling feeling in her chest.
"Ughhuh, stop bullying me…" she complained, her voice could not be raspier.
"This isn't bullying," Yin Shaojie's eyes were devilish. He didn't look as nonchalant as he tried to appear, staring at her in a fiery gaze.
He was really angry. The only thing he wanted to do now was to leave his scent and mark on her so that other men wouldn't get close to her.
"Jie…" With arms around his neck, Mu Xiaoxiao's watery, bright eyes stared at him coquettishly.
