His admiring gaze lingered on her for a long time, then he pulled out a thick fur coat with a red and purple pattern over a white base from the closet and draped it over her, concealing all her beauty.
"From now on, your charm is only for me to see, and red is only for me to see you wear, understand?" His eyes carried a deep meaning, no longer so indifferent and cold.
Li Jiaqi looked at him with a smile, her red lips slightly seductive, her small finger drawing circles on his cheek, her breath fragrant: "He Yingdong, am I your mistress, or a lady?"
"Stop fooling around!"
He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her into his chest, lowering his head for another indulgent kiss.
Then he abruptly stood up, lifting her out.
She was still so light.
Her weight was so insubstantial, like a dandelion, ready to blow away with the wind.
He held her tightly, as if by doing so, she could merge into his body.
