Then, she tugged the thin blanket over her head.
The air conditioning was on in the room, and the temperature inside the bedding was just right.
"Mmm, what are you trying to do?" Xiyan's small face was flushed, and she stared at Ou Jue with a silly look.
His hot breath drew closer to Xiyan, "You."
Xiyan tilted her head. Because she was tipsy, her voice was soft and carried a child-like tone, "What about me?"
Looking into the girl's innocent, bewildered eyes, Ou Jue's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he let out a low sigh.
"When will you grow up a little more?"
Even though the strong possessiveness was tempting him, he just couldn't bring himself to act.
He'd wait a little longer—one day, she'd fully grow up.
By then... humph!
Xiyan hiccupped, glaring at Ou Jue, clearly upset about his earlier comment!
"An Ran said I'm already grown up, okay? If you don't believe me, try…"
She spoke as she grabbed Ou Jue's hand and guided it towards her chest.
