"You don't think that's the end of it, do you?" he said in a husky, charming voice into her ear. The deep subwoofer-like voice sent her heart fluttering.
Huh?
Did he mean…
This certainly wasn't enough for Yin Shaojie to vent himself. He was only slowing himself down, lest his beastly nature scare her.
His eyes darkened in a deep gaze that seemed like it could swallow everything.
Mu Xiaoxiao's little hand slid down from his shoulder to his chest. Temperature rose beneath those sturdy pectorals, and the thumping sound was stronger than before.
The chest was undulating as if it was accumulating energy before bursting into action.
Yin Shaojie glanced to the side, grabbed the blanket with his long arms, turned over, and wrapped them both inside it.
Under the blanket, their bodies pressed closely against each other, leaving no gaps between them.
