A Heartless Little Fellow

"Don't rush, our Xiaoxiao is the best behaved," Jiang Yexun's voice was hoarse and deep as he cajoled. He felt like his heartbeat was about to burst out of his chest. But the young girl's half-closed, misty eyes were fixedly entwined with his.

"I won’t be well-behaved, who can be well-behaved at a time like this?!" Her tender voice carried a hint of faint crying.

His throat rolled down swiftly, who could resist this delicate, crying figure?

Finally, he could only surrender to her will.

Gradually burying himself under the covers, the thin air, combined with the warmth of the bed, intensified the young girl's unique and sweet fragrance.

Especially when unable to see the young girl, only able to hear her excessively tender voice, Jiang Yexun's senses became more sensitive.

He then finally emerged from under the covers, his eyes crimson, staring at the young girl whose cheeks were now flushed.