Qiao Yongyong tiptoed and blew in his ear: "Hmm, yesterday the young hero made the Little Demoness hurt a lot..."
If she was the demoness, didn't that make him the kind of upright, always serious, pretending to be righteous, but actually quite shy young hero?
The sweet teasing made his breath catch, his lower abdomen tighten slightly, a heat rising up, feeling an urge to throw this little demon onto the bed for a good punishment.
Fortunately, his willpower was strong, and a few seconds later he restrained himself, pushed her away, turned around to leave, slammed the door, and this time didn't look back again.
...
Qiao Yongyong stayed in the family hotel for several days.
Nie Yixiao had instructed the owner that every day the owner would have the waiter bring three meals to her regularly.
This kind of small hotel was very basic. Besides eating and sleeping, she would kill time watching TV on a small ten-inch screen.
He hadn't come for days.
That day, it started to rain again.
