"Don't move, let me hold you." Li Yeqi's resolute chin rested on her shoulder, his breath mingling with the faint scent of milk emanating from her, slowly calming his restless heart.
Yan Luoxi stiffened, the man's steady and powerful heartbeat trembling against her back, which left her somewhat flustered, "I just washed my hair, it might get your clothes wet."
"I don't mind," Li Yeqi murmured softly.
His deep voice coiled into her ear, seemingly entwining with her heart. Yan Luoxi closed her eyes, wanting to ask him what he meant by this now.
"Xixi, is there anything you want to tell me?"
With just a call of "Xixi," her heart raced uncontrollably. How did he always manage to say a few words that made her heart beat for him? She really disliked it when he did this.
She clasped his wrists, trying to pry his hands away, "No, I have nothing to say."
"Xixi, I will only say this once, listen carefully."
Yan Luoxi looked at him, perplexed.
