Jiang Xiao wanted to grab a pillow and throw it at him.
Meng Xinian put the bowl down and pounced on her again.
"I'm stuffed, you need to comfort me..." he said as he pinned her down on the bed.
"Don't mess around, the door isn't locked..."
"Does that mean if the door was locked, you'd be okay with it?"
"I never said that! Stop fooling around, what if they hear us with all this noise!"
"Alright, then let's go home, and talk about it later."
Talk about what later!
Jiang Xiao couldn't hold back and pinched him hard on the waist.
"Your mind is always in the gutter, you pervert!"
"If I really were a pervert, could I have held back for so many years? I would've had my way with you back when you were fifteen." Meng Xinian hugged her, pecked her on the lips, and sighed, "Do you think it's because I've never had a taste that I'm never truly satisfied, and that's why I keep thinking about it?"
Jiang Xiao burst out laughing.
"Didn't I tell you not to hold back?"
