"No!" Yan Luoxi tilted her little head back with a haughty air, determined not to fall for it again and be laughed at by Mou Chenyi for being desperate and not even sparing the injured.
Li Yeqi embraced her into his arms and coaxed, "I want to hear it, Xixi, call out for me to hear."
Resting her chin on the crook of his shoulder, Yan Luoxi's nose was filled with the fresh scent emanating from him as she giggled, "If I don't want to, I won't. If I do, you'll just get excited again."
Li Yeqi's hand pinched her waist, his heart tickled by her laughter, and he said, "Call out a few more times, and once I get used to it, I won't be excited anymore."
"Still no." Yan Luoxi's head shook like a rattle drum,
"You little troublemaker." Li Yeqi lowered his head and bit her tender neck gently, and getting closer, he smelled the scent of disinfectant on her. Frowning, he asked, "Did you go to the hospital?"
