The Little One’s Eighth-Grader Syndrome

Their son was with them. How could he say that?! 

Ji Weixi's cheeks were burning. "Who would sleep with you or kiss you?! You're imagining things."

"You've already slept with me," Li Shaoling retorted, "and you're still afraid of looking?"

His eyes were burning into her. Ji Weixi had the uneasy feeling as if she was stripped naked, baring everything for him to see.

Unable to hold back, she covered her face and stamped her feet. "Li Shaoling, you are shameless!"

Her look—frantic but unable to a thing against him was utterly adorable.

Li Shaoling could not help but laugh. He hugged her and bit her on her reddened ear. "I'm only shameless when I'm with you."

Oh no, she was about to be driven crazy.

She never imagined that the famous President Li was so unabashed.

"Go away!" Ji Weixi hit him on the chest, only to find it very hard and hurt her hand instead.

Li Shaoling lifted a brow. "Where should I go? To your heart?"