I haven't made any haphazard internet friends online; I don't like whining without reason there. I just use it to receive study assignments sent in mass by the school.
Chicheng wrapped an arm tight around Anning, his actions and behavior very doting, but his mouth was vicious, "With your intelligence, you can only handle Arabic numerals, and even then, they must be in sequence."
Anning: "..."
Can't we just love each other properly?
She pouted, huffing as she pinched Chicheng's waist, but ultimately, she didn't have the heart to do it too hard.
"Are you giving me some sort of hint?" Chicheng raised an eyebrow at her, then grabbed the duvet and yanked it with force, flipping it open and then back over, wrapping Anning in it too.
Anning felt both ticklish and sore, wanting to escape, but Chicheng lifted her chin, pinning her down firmly while his lips simultaneously reached her ear, teasing, "Good niece, let uncle take good care of you."
