Chi zuxu heaved a sigh of relief and let go of her mouth. He asked hoarsely, " "Do you like me, Yingluo?"
His voice was as mellow and mesmerizing as brewed wine, intoxicating one without even drinking it. When it entered Chi Yi's ears, it seemed to melt her heart in an instant.
Her eyes became more and more dazed. She nodded her head shyly and said, " "I like Yingluo."
Chi zuxu's pitch-black eyes were burning hot and his tough throat moved. say that again, Huahua.
"I like it!" She was very obedient.
"Who do you like?" He asked despite knowing the answer.
His chest heaved up and down violently.
"I like little uncle Yingluo."
"How much?"
He reached out and cupped her little face in his hands. He drew closer to her breathing and asked her repeatedly, " "How much do you like little uncle Yingluo?"
"I don't know, Zhenzhen"
