Xin Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around, clasped his wrist, and pulled him to lie down. She swiftly flipped over and sat on top of him.
Looking down at him, "So, who do you remember?"
She looked every bit like a queen gazing down from her throne.
Xiang Yiqing gave up struggling altogether, let his hands fall, raised them in resignation, and smiled helplessly, his eyes full of fondness.
He just smiled without saying a word.
Xin Xiaoxiao, dissatisfied, asked, "What do you mean by staying silent?"
She leaned over, her nose touching Xiang Yiqing's, her lips brushing against his lips. She then used a threatening tone, "If you don't speak, I'll make sure you're exhausted tonight."
Was she just savoring the sweetness of being the aggressor?
Xiang Yiqing frowned, stretched out his long arm, embraced Xin Xiaoxiao tightly, flipped her over, pressing her beneath him, "Remembering you, my little rogue, is enough."
