Yue Jiaojiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her heart had softened for a moment just now, and in the end, this person had even gotten addicted.
"If I say no... Oh-"
Enveloped by Zhao Zhan's overbearing aura, Yue Jiaojiao swallowed the rest of her words.
She leaned against the door.
Zhao Zhan considerately used his hands to protect her back to prevent her from being hit by the bump on the door.
The fire in the kitchen was burning hot, and the water in the pot was boiling. There was a constant stream of hot air from the kitchen that was swept into the courtyard.
When she was released, Yue Jiaojiao's head was spinning. She gave Zhao Zhan a soft push. She was clearly glaring at him, but the corners of her eyes were full of lust.
"Jiaojiao," Zhao Zhan took a glance at her and pulled her into his arms again, "Are you tired?"
