She wrinkled her nose in distaste, but Qiao Dongyang just chuckled lowly.
"I'm not just hard-headed."
"..."
Her heart suddenly raced.
A strange emotion filled the space between them.
Chi Yue's mind felt a bit oxygen-deprived, panicked...
Qiao Dongyang watched her, his fingertips lightly caressing her lips, the laughter in his eyes hiding a hint of mischief, "I really don't want to let you go. Darling Yue, what am I going to do if you leave?"
Chi Yue: "..."
In his dark eyes, there was nothing but suggestiveness.
All around them was silence.
Chi Yue heard his sigh, "Ah, who made me so soft-hearted. Big Wolf, go to sleep. The little white rabbit won't let you have your meal."
Pfft!
This guy.
Chi Yue breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed, and gently pressed her lips on his cheek.
"Good night, Mr. Qiao."
As she said this, she turned around.
