Huo Xingzhou stretched out his warm hand, pinching her chin with the tips of his fingers, and looked into her clear eyes, "An insignificant woman."
He naturally knew what she was going to ask.
So he gave her an answer.
"I..."
Qiao Xi lightly bit her lip.
She felt that their relationship wasn't at a stage where such questions were appropriate.
"Sorry, Mr. Huo."
Qiao Xi said, annoyed with herself.
Huo Xingzhou's fingers moved lightly to her cheek, tracing down her snow-white neck, "I like that you ask."
Qiao Xi couldn't quite describe the feelings in her heart.
Suddenly.
The man leaned in close, his thin lips kissing her red ones.
Qiao Xi obediently closed her eyes.
A faint scent of alcohol and a slowly spreading air of intimacy.
She felt slightly dizzy, yet couldn't help but sink into such tenderness.
She extended her hand, willingly wrapping it around his neck.
"Little Divine Doctor, is your lipstick poisonous?" he murmured lowly.
