Jiang Yexun looked down at the little girl in his arms, so soft and obedient, and his heart warmed.
Unable to resist, he lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips.
Her soft lips carried a faint fragrance that stirred something in Jiang Yexun, making him feel a bit more excited.
But he quickly remembered that this was Su's house, and he didn't dare to go too far. So he made a conscious effort to restrain himself.
His kiss was gentle, lingering, softly exploring her inviting sweetness.
One large hand rested on the back of Su Xiaoxiao's neck, slowly slipping into the collar of her clothes, caressing her with deep affection.
Because of the tenderness, their kiss lasted longer than usual.
By the time they broke apart, both of them had fallen onto the couch.
Reluctantly, Jiang Yexun let go of those sweet, red lips and pulled Su Xiaoxiao into his arms, gently stroking her soft, slender fingers.