It was as if she had found warmth. Yuan Xiaoxiao stretched out her soft little hands and feet, continuously moving and pressing against Xie Qikan's chest. In the end, she directly clung to the man like an octopus, her curved and delicate body fully pressing onto his. Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly, her small lips parted and closed rhythmically; it was clear she was sleeping soundly.
"Do you think I'm a woman? Do you have any idea?"
The next morning, just as the sun was climbing up from the east, Yuan Xiaoxiao woke up. She was worried about Xie Qikan's arm.
