Looted home
"Ignore you." Xia Xiaoxiao glared at him and pulled back her chair to eat. He was not hungry, but she was.
"Hehe …" Xi Mu Cheng lightly curled his lips. His gentle laughter was like a stream of clear spring water, seeping out from his lips.
She definitely didn't know how charming her eyes were when she shot him a coquettish gaze.
Xia Xiaoxiao's face turned increasingly red, as if she was a ripe tomato.
Under the orange light, the two of them quietly ate the noodles in the bowl. Their hearts felt as if they were dipped in nectar, and the sweetness seeped into their hearts.
Outside the window, the neon lights adorned the night scene beautifully.
Inside the house, Xia Xiaoling was sleeping peacefully like an angel.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands wrapped around her, bringing with it a unique fragrance.