Holding Hands

Her warm breath landed on the tip of his ear, which seemed to be suddenly on fire!

Wei Ting stood up and said coldly, "Clean up!"

With that, he forgot to take his walking stick and hurriedly left!

Su Xiaoxiao burst out laughing.

What the hell?

Was the father of three children so innocent?

It was too easy to flirt with him and get him all flustered.

Su Xiaoxiao cleaned up before letting Wei Ting enter again.

At this moment, Wei Ting had already regained his usual composure and had a cold expression.

Even if Su Xiaoxiao teased him with more private and shameful words, he wouldn't lose his cool again.

Unfortunately, Su Xiaoxiao's stomach hurt so much that she doubted her life. She didn't have the strength to flirt with handsome men anymore.

Wei Ting turned off the lights, took off his clothes, and lay down straight on the bed.