"Don't want to." Fu Ziqian looked at Qiao Chuchu and said softly, "Don't want you to sleep, want to do something meaningful with you."
His warm breath sprayed on Qiao Chuchu's face, making her cheeks even redder.
Qiao Chuchu was both angry and embarrassed; what Fu Ziqian meant by something meaningful, she could figure out with her toes.
Truly shameless.
Too shameless.
Isn't it just rolling in bed?
What's so meaningful about rolling in bed?
"Get up." Qiao Chuchu blushed and struggled even harder.
"I said, I want to do something meaningful. Do you know what meaningful thing I want to do?" Fu Ziqian asked, looking at Qiao Chuchu under him.
In the middle of the night, it was very quiet. Fu Ziqian's voice was deep and magnetic, making Qiao Chuchu's blush and heartbeat worsen.
She certainly knew what meaningful thing Fu Ziqian wanted to do, but could she say it out loud?
No!
No!
Such shameful thing that Fu Ziqian could shamelessly say out loud, she certainly couldn't.
