Cheng Weiyue's tongue was still hurting from having just been kissed; she sniffled a bit, showing a sign of conceding, "Brother, I'm begging you."
She was really so adorable.
Thinking this, Zhou Jingwei smiled pleasantly.
He tenderly kissed Cheng Weiyue's lower lip, and, observing her face that looked utterly tricked and aggrieved, cajoled, "This kiss is a reward for you, it's different. Should Brother get you some water to drink, okay?"
Cheng Weiyue agreed.
Zhou Jingwei found that the little girl was really easy to bully when drunk.
So he didn't let go, mimicking the action in the evening, and bullied her several more times.
Later into the night, with the darkness deepening, Zhou Jingwei, hugging the sleeping Cheng Weiyue with her lips brightly flushed in his arms, chuckled lowly and pinched between his eyebrows.
The body's instincts truly don't make any sense.
How did that saying go, one reaps what one sows, inescapable.
