Song Yiyan had just fallen asleep when she smelled a sweet scent. She wrinkled her nose and groggily looked in the direction of the scent.
Ji Xing looked at the little woman who was burrowing into his arms with her head arched. His eyes were suddenly burning with passion, with obvious affection. He was even aroused by her hair.
Song Yiyan didn't know and even stretched out her hand to tug at his clothes. She mumbled, "Give me my roasted sweet potato!"
Only then did Ji Xing know what she wanted to do. Looking at the little woman's anxious look, he felt an itch in his heart, yet he did not know whether to laugh or cry. His magnetic voice was obviously hoarse. "Little foodie."
Hearing his voice, Song Yiyan jolted awake. When she looked up, her head hit his chin. She glared at him angrily and said unreasonably, "Tell me, did you buy roasted sweet potatoes?"
