Su Hongxing was taken into the master bedroom by Ye Qilan, albeit unwillingly.
This time, Ye Qilan was remarkably well-behaved, holding her without making any amorous advances.
"Hongxing, tell me about your childhood," Ye Qilan's gentle voice echoed above her head.
Su Hongxing found it difficult to breathe, constrained by his tight embrace.
She blinked slowly, her long eyelashes barely brushing against Ye Qilan's chest.
Ye Qilan felt a ticklish sensation at his chest and this tickling slowly made its way towards his heart.
