Seventh Master Jian had tormented Ye Qingci once again.
After being tossed and turned by Seventh Master Jian, her waist and legs felt like they didn't belong to her anymore.
Actually, the sensation wasn't entirely uncomfortable, akin to the feeling after a workout, soreness mixed with a trace of comfort—in a word, it was painful yet pleasurable.
However, this didn't mean she would indulge the guy!
She had to teach him a lesson; otherwise, two times a day would soon turn into three, four, five times!
No matter how attentively Jian Shichu took care of her, she just wouldn't open her eyes or speak.
Jian Shichu realized she was angry and spared no effort to coax her, kissing her on the corner of her lips one moment, blowing in her ear the next, his voice magnetic and charming, "Darling? Sweetheart? Cici? Little Sweetie?"
Ye Qingci finally couldn't help but laugh, punching him lightly on the shoulder, "What on earth is 'Little Sweetie'?"
