But Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't figure it out.
The attributes of the "foolish girl" instantly struck a chord with Song Yan.
At this moment, he smiled as he looked at this foolish girl who had almost been used up and abandoned.
With the quilt pulled open, waves of heat were spilling out from between the two of them, dispersing.
Feeling Song Yan's gaze, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Wei, why are you... looking at me like that?"
Song Yan replied with a smile, "My darling Xiaoxiao is pretty."
Ling Xiaoxiao uttered, "Ah..."
Song Yan pulled this simple-minded little girl into his arms and softly said, "Xiaoxiao, from now on, I'll treat you well."
After saying this, he felt a pair of small hands wrap around his back, holding him tightly, a passionate voice ringing in his ears.
"Senior Brother Wei... you're so gentle today."
"I can also not be gentle."
"Wei... Wei Brother..."
