The girl's sweet voice had a hint of spoiled cuteness to it, and it flowed into Quan Jue's heart like honey.
Of course, he couldn't bear to.
He wished he could shrink her and keep her in his pocket every day, not allowing anyone to spy on her. How could he bear to sell her off?
As Quan Jue looked at the girl's lips, which were as delicate as petals, he once again had the urge to taste them.
Suppressing the impulsiveness, he raised his hand to rub Chi Jiao's soft curly hair. "How do you know I can't bear to? It depends on my mood."
The young man's tone was casual and magnetic, and Chi Jiao was sensitive enough to detect a hint of indulgence in it.
Chi Jiao was just about to say something when she heard a discordant voice.
"Jiaojiao! I finally found you!"
Chi Jiao turned around and saw two uninvited guests walking towards them speedily.
