A Small Cut

The man's voice was sexy and low. When he reached the second half of his sentence, he even pretended to be fierce, as if he was complaining about the woman ignoring him. Hearing his words, the woman crawled into his arms and pressed her soft face tightly against Xie Jiuhan's chest.

"Little Jiu Jiu, are you hungry?" The woman asked softly.

"Now that you mention it, I'm a little hungry," Xie Jiuhan replied.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Feng Qing asked.

"How can supper be as fragrant as you? You have to be responsible for feeding me tonight," Xie Jiuhan said with a smile.

Feng Qing : "…"

…

The next morning, Xie Jiuhan slept until he woke up naturally. He laid on the bed in high spirits. They were entwined with each other last night. A storm of love swept across him, making him feel comfortable all over. He looked to the side and did not see the woman. He touched the bed with his hand, and there was not even any warmth left.