Another Version

Xie Jiuhan asked as he kissed, "Who called?"

Feng Qing's little mouth struggled free and she panted. "Long Yuning, she invited me to the Hong Meng Theater performance. I agreed."

The man frowned. "Contact her less in the future!"

Feng Qing stretched out her hands and opened her palms. "Little Jiu Jiu, look. The wound has already scabbed. I can play the violin now."

Xie Jiuhan's expression was gloomy as he looked at the scabs on her palm. "If you use too much strength, the wound will split open."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Feng Qing promised.

Xie Jiuhan picked Feng Qing up and placed her firmly on the bed. Feng Qing was petite and cute, soft and fragrant like a wild cat in heat.

Feng Qing looked at the man and asked, "Little Jiu Jiu, are you coming to watch my performance tomorrow?"