Li Yeqi gazed at her with deep affection, "Xixi, didn't you also not give up on me? Then why have you never thought of giving up on me?"
"You're too cunning, throwing the question back at me." Yan Luoxi playfully glared at him, curling her fingers to mischievously scratch his palm, but she didn't realize how enticing her moist eyes looked.
Li Yeqi felt parched watching her; he pinched her chin and gently brushed his fingers over her lips, slightly tipsy, he murmured, "Seducing me, huh?"
Her lips tingled, Yan Luoxi angrily opened her mouth to bite his finger, and the man's gaze instantly turned dark and deep. He suddenly pushed her onto the bed, flipped over her, and braced himself by her side, watching her with a disordered breath, "Xixi, I can't hold back anymore."
Yan Luoxi looked at him, confused—why had they suddenly gone from sitting and talking to this situation? She pressed her hands against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his healthy heart beneath her palms.
