Shen Yanxiao blushed, but she was not as shy as before. She curled her body like a cat and shrunk herself into Xiu's embrace.
"I'm still young," Shen Yanxiao whispered.
"I know." Xiu hugged the little girl in his arms and tried hard to suppress certain impulses. His low yet hoarse voice was filled with charm.
Shen Yanxiao chuckled and her hair brushed against the tip of Xiu's nose. Xiu narrowed his eyes and rubbed against her head.
When Shen Yanxiao's scent entered his nose, he felt unprecedented satisfaction.
Shen Yanxiao deliberately raised her head and met Xiu's eyes. As expected, Xiu lowered his head and looked at her. Even though he concealed it well, Shen Yanxiao could still see the cautiousness in his eyes. Shen Yanxiao knew that she had been bad. She raised her chin and allowed her lips to brush against Xiu's face.
"Xiu."