With a mix of helplessness and amusement, Mo Yichen responded to Qiao Xinran's kisses and felt that after speaking out, his heart seemed much lighter.
As for Qiao Xinran, she kissed and bit him in her excitement, unable to contain herself.
She felt as if there was a balloon in her heart, bumping around, wanting to burst out and fly into the sky.
Gradually, Qiao Xinran felt something was not quite right.
Having already experienced such intimate moments and knowing that she had ignited the spark, Qiao Xinran blushed and moved away from him, saying embarrassingly, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have provoked you at this time."
As she spoke, she busied herself clearing up the dinner table, as if to cover her awkwardness.
Mo Yichen laughed softly and pulled her back into his arms, "Let me hold you for a while, just a little while."
Qiao Xinran fled back to the bedroom as if she were flying.
She only peeked out when she heard noises coming from the kitchen.
