In the bedroom in Huaban district, a tantalizing and dreamy fragrance lingers in the air.
Qin Chizhou panted lightly, looking at Ai Xiaomi whose cheeks are flushed, and lowered his head to bite her neck, "Ai Xiaomi, didn't you say you wanted to keep up with your idol? Sister Wan is married, when are you going to marry me?"
"Get off, you're so heavy!"
Ai Xiaomi, squinting with a smile, reached out to push him away, "I always listen to my elders. Grandpa Qin told me to keep you waiting for a few years, I listen to Grandpa!"
"But our mom told you to be nicer to me, why don't you listen?"
Qin Chizhou spoke with mock severity.
Pulling out the trump card of Ai Meiling, Qin Chizhou seemed to have boundless confidence.
Ai Xiaomi glared at him, irritated, "Doggie Qin, how old are you? If you go complaining about me to my mom again, I'll, I'll… ah!"
"What will you do?"
