Xing Liehuo continued without any expression on his face, "Don't worry, even if there were ten generation gaps I'd fill them all, any gap I'll fill to the brim for you!"
She let out a low chuckle and punched him in the chest, "You old rascal!"
The flame in his eyes flickered as Xing Liehuo spoke in a low voice, "If a little rascal can understand, then she is no better!"
Her small hand floated softly to his chest, circling round and round as Lian Qiao made her voice as soft and sticky as possible, "Brother, the women of the new era, they all like bad boys!"
"You little minx, when we get home I'll take good care of you," he said with a muffled chuckle as Xing Liehuo stretched out his hand to gather her stray hair behind her ear, lowered his head to nuzzle her face with his nose, then brushed over her lips bit by bit, his expression one of cherishing his treasure—
That tenderness, that indulgence, who said the outwardly reserved man was devoid of soft emotions?
