Ye Tianxin stood at the end of the bed. She kicked her shoes aside and jumped into Li Qingcang's arms.
"He's gone."
Jing Zhichen had left.
Li Qingcang reached his hand out and gently rubbed Ye Tianxin's little face.
"So what?"
"So, we can play now."
Li Qingcang lowered his tone and said softly, "What do you want to play?"
"I wanna play with you."
Ye Tianxian looked like she had been possessed by a female hooligan.
Li Qingcangs raised the corners of his lips and said, "Tianxin, you've gotten naughty."
Right as Li Qingcang said that, his phone rang. He picked up the phone and listened silently to the voice on the other end of the phone. After the person on the other end was done speaking, he looked apologetically at Ye Tianxin, who was laying in his arms.
He bent over and kissed Ye Tianxin's cherry-colored lips. His lips gently rubbed on hers.
There was a peach-like fragrance on her lips.
