"Why did you bite me?" Jian Qing withdrew her hand and patted his chest, "Such a child."
"Fine, I'm childish, so what?"
He turned over, pinned her underneath him, and his prominent hand tickled her.
"Haha... stop!"
Her delicate body squirmed as she tried to restrain his hand, but he easily held hers, and pinned them above her head on the pillow.
"Do you dare to call me childish now?"
He leaned in close and tickled her ruthlessly.
"Hey, hahaha, stop! Quan Jingwu, you shouldn't play dirty."
Jian Qing's clear eyes fogged slightly, her curling lashes often speckled with droplets. Her every frown and smile teased a certain gentleman's heartstrings.
He stopped and pecked her smooth forehead, followed by her lovely eyes, pert nose; he handled her with care, as if she were a delicate treasure.
In the end, he pressed his lips onto her attractive ones. The sweetness slowly enveloped the old room. After a while, he finally let her go and they both settled their rapid breathing.
