The tone of the speech was so sweet it gave goosebumps, "Brother Xiang, aren't you worried that I might suddenly have a fever at night?"
After asking, she pouted her lips, her thumbs gently caressing and teasing Xiang Yiqing's neck.
Xiang Yiqing realized what was happening, his cheeks turning bright red, and he quickly tried to stand up.
But Xin Xiaoxiao's hands gripped him like chains, not letting him get up.
"I'm your little sister now," Xin Xiaoxiao continued to pout, pretending to be pitiful, "I just moved into that apartment, living alone. What if I suddenly have a high fever and it burns me to death?"
As she spoke, her eyes brimmed with redness.
Xiang Yiqing frowned, "I really want to tape your mouth shut."
His voice involuntarily went hoarse, even when angry, it felt like a fist hitting cotton, completely lacking aggression.
"Why not seal it with a kiss then." Xin Xiaoxiao grinned mischievously, wrapping her arms around Xiang Yiqing's neck, pulling his head down.
