This is clearly impossible, so if they actually bathe together, she will definitely be the one unable to bear his teasing.
"Tyrant Meng, put me down!"
Meng Xinian didn't listen to her at all. He carried her into the bathroom in big strides, leaving one hand free to lock the door as soon as they were in, not giving her a chance to speak.
Two months apart made him constantly crave to devour her now.
It's like the embers inside him were all pent up, and only she could ignite them.
"Mmm..." Jiang Xiao couldn't utter a word.
No one knew when, but their clothes had already been tossed into the laundry basket.
Jiang Xiao went limp in Meng Xinian's arms, his calloused hands making her feel somewhat rough.
Their breathing in the bathroom began to falter, chaotic, chaotic, but Meng Xinian liked this chaos.
Their skin tones were different, one deep and one pale, very distinct.
Her arms clung tightly around his neck, needing to lean against him just to stand.
