"Looks good."
Ye Xiao leaned in and whispered into his ear, word by word.
Her voice was as clear as a spring, her breath fanning over his neck, the faint scent of her medicine enveloping him, every breath he took was filled with her fragrance.
"Your current expression is pretty nice."
Ye Xiao sat back in the passenger seat.
The way he presented himself as if ripe for the picking was truly beautiful.
She couldn't keep watching, afraid that if she continued, she might lose control of herself.
Qiao Si really was a soul-stealing demon, making her, an old monster of more than nine thousand years, unable to help but feel a stir of spring in her heart.
"Baby, my parents sleep very deeply at night."
Downstairs in the residential complex, Ye Xiao sat in the car, reluctant to get out.
She just couldn't sleep alone; she needed to be with another person to fall asleep. Yet Qiao Si, oblivious to romance, had rejected her plea to sleep together.
"What do you mean?"
