When Quan Jue saw Chi Jiao behaving like a coquettish kitten, his lips curled into an indulgent smile.
However, Chi Jiao soon started hugging Quan Jue tightly.
Her small hands wandered around his body restlessly as she giggled foolishly.
Chi Jiao's soft hands felt like fire on his body. His heart stirred inexplicably, and he quickly carried her to the bed. "Stop fooling around and quickly go to sleep."
"No, I want a hug." Chi Jiao held onto him tightly.
Although Chi Jiao looked soft, her hands were exceptionally strong.
Quan Jue didn't dare to struggle, afraid that he would hurt her. He heaved a long sigh of relief. "Jiaojiao, be a good girl."
"No. You're mine. I can touch any part of you." With that, Chi Jiao turned to hug his neck and planted a big kiss on his lips.
A kiss that carried the fragrance of a young girl and the sweet fruit wine nearly made Quan Jue drunk as well.
