"Can you stop?" Although she had been crying the entire night, An Rao was in good spirits. She had woken up in the afternoon and sent Xia Wanyuan a message with a red face. After sending it, she felt embarrassed and rolled around on the bed. Bo Xiao's heart itched from her rolling around.
"My waist hurts." An Rao stopped and grabbed the corner of Bo Xiao's shirt, whining coquettishly.
"Come here, I'll massage you." Bo Xiao pulled her over and saw the red mark on An Rao's neck. His eyes darkened.
"Oh." An Rao leaned over unguardedly and rested her head in Bo Xiao's arms. "Are you happy?"
After all, they had lived together for so long. An Rao could feel that Bo Xiao had a hard time holding it in.
Bo Xiao could tell what An Rao was thinking at a glance. He smiled and whispered into An Rao's ear, "Don't you know if I'm happy or not? Did I not work hard enough last night?"
