He had just taken a shower, carrying a hint of cool water vapor, yet his body felt incredibly warm. Xiao Qiao clung to his neck, her girlish heart bursting; she suddenly found that tall men could be quite adorable. Hanging on him like this, he could just carry her around like a child.
"Get down!" Wesley frowned.
Xiao Qiao wrapped her arms around his waist, deliberately swinging her legs, "Why don't you let go of my hands, huh? Where are you touching? Do you even have permission to touch me randomly?"
Wesley, "..."
Finally understanding the phrase 'the villain accuses first'.
Xiao Qiao had one hand tangled in his thick hair, freshly washed, damp, and scented. Because she was holding Wesley, she was a head taller than him, looking down with eyes reflecting his icy face.
For a moment, the playful banter faded away.
Time stood still.
The morning light seemed eternal, frozen in this scene.
Xiao Qiao couldn't help but say, "Wesley, what's it like to be in a relationship with you?"
