His tall figure completely enveloped her.
Yin Shaojie's head was pressed against her, and he rubbed against her gently. His magnetic voice said slowly, " I'm cold. Hurry up and hold me tight. &Quot;
Mu Xiaoxiao knew that he was being a hooligan.
She turned around and poked his firm chest with her finger. &Quot; be careful, you might really catch a cold. &Quot;
Even though the heater was on in the room.
"You won't catch a cold if you hug me a little tighter. Hurry, hurry." He urged, his tone like a child.
Mu Xiaoxiao laughed at his teasing.
She was probably the only person he would ever show such a childish side to.
She cupped his face with both hands. &Quot; stop fooling around. Hurry up and put on your clothes. The fireworks are about to start. &Quot;
Yin Shaojie moved his handsome face closer. &Quot; kiss me. &Quot;
Mu Xiaoxiao did as she was told.
Weng ~
Yin Shaojie was satisfied. He let go of her and turned to enter the master bedroom.