Hearing the commotion at the door, Huo Yichen brought the dishes that had just been cooked to the table. He turned around and looked at Murong Qiao standing at the door, then smiled.
"Welcome back."
As soon as he said this, Murong Qiao felt that if she couldn't take the initiative to hug the other party, she'd be a heinous sinner.
Unfortunately, in the next second, she regretted it.
The wolf, who had been quietly waiting for its prey to come knocking on its door, finally seized the opportunity and firmly held the escaping rabbit in its arms, not giving the other party any room to breathe.
When it saw the rabbit's red face, the fierce wolf finally relaxed its grip reluctantly.
"We've kissed so many times. Why haven't you learned how to breathe?" Huo Yichen let go of her in amusement. Looking at Murong Qiao's flushed face, he couldn't help but raise his finger and rub her nose.
Murong Qiao shrank away from his arms. "Who's like you?"
