"Wow—" the man exclaimed with a smirk that was something between a smile and a sigh, retracting his hand from the tree trunk and wrapping Qian Sisi in his arms, unconcerned about the heat, "You still want to give as good as you get?"
"Who... who asked you to send that kind of photo, keeping me up all night!" The little woman pouted and murmured, her small hand poking at the man's chest sporadically.
"You stayed up all night?" Hearing this, the man's face brightened and he leaned in close to the little woman's lips, "Looking at the photo the whole time?"
Qian Sisi's face turned beet red, as staunch as a cooked duck's in denial, "Of course not!"
"Then that means you were thinking of me all night!" The man derived pleasure from his conclusion, and like a big boy, he pecked a kiss on Qian Sisi's tiny mouth, "Good girl!"
