Qiao Ruoxin pushed the man's chest and uttered a light hum, "Do you only like my body or what? Why do you always think about how to sleep with me all day in your head?"
The man's dark eyes paused slightly before he replied in a deep voice, "Are you angry?"
"Mhm," she responded without any niceties.
He once again pulled the Little Ghost forcefully into his embrace, holding her soft, boneless body, chin resting on the top of her head, "Behave, brother likes all of you."
A smile appeared on the corners of Qiao Ruoxin's mouth.
"Mo Chen brother, I want to see when you were little too! You've seen me when I was 12, but I know nothing about your childhood!"
She suddenly looked up into the man's deep, oceanic eyes.
Mo Chen frowned slightly, "Do you really want to see?"
"Yeah! Uncle Mo and the others must have taken lots of videos documenting your growth, show me."
For a Crown Prince who was pampered from childhood, such records of growth were indispensable.
...
In the garden.
