Enjoying a moment of peace, Han Bing slowly lifted her head from Li Xiaobao's arms, her pretty face tinged with a rosy glow that was quite attractive.
Feeling Han Bing's breath as sweet as orchids, Li Xiaobao felt somewhat helpless, for he clearly understood her intentions—she wanted to give herself completely, body and heart, to him.
"What's wrong?" Han Bing looked at Li Xiaobao's slight frown and pouted playfully.
"Nothing, nothing!" Li Xiaobao hurriedly shook his head.
"Tell me, are you hiding something from me?" Han Bing, insightful as she was, spotted the hesitation in Li Xiaobao's expression the instant it appeared, pursing her red lips in clear dissatisfaction.
Li Xiaobao looked at Han Bing and smiled helplessly, telling the truth, since meeting Han Bing, he had never seen her display such a girlish demeanor, even though previously she had merely shed that layer of coldness, still possessing an aura of a strong woman.
