Ye Sijue chuckled softly, deliberately preventing her from protesting.
Mo Xiaomeng blushed, tugging at his clothes, she beat her fist on her shoulder.
But he was so tall and she was so petite. In comparison, her little fist should hurt even less than an ant, right?
He was totally unperturbed.
"You…" Blushing, she pushed him a few times hurriedly. "Not so much, okay? You're always like this…"
Was this his motive in telling her that they were going to visit Xiaoxiao?
Ye Sijue looked up and stared at her little face in a devilish, uninhibited gaze. His manly scent surrounded her, intoxicating her like a rich wine.
Mo Xiaomeng was almost tipsy from the gaze directed at her. She was absorbed into it.
His said in a husky, deep voice, "Is this too much? Then what's not too much?"
He deliberately lowered his voice as though he were bewitching her.
