Gu Yelin's eyes held a trace of amusement, "Can't what you?"
"Can't that, that me!" An Yiqing put on a stern face, but the pink on her ears betrayed her.
"Which 'that' is it?" The man smiled, forming a charming curve at the corner of his mouth.
An Yiqing glared, "That is that! If you can't do it, then no bed privileges!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Yelin's figure pressed down immediately, his fiery kisses landing in succession.
Long after, An Yiqing was left dizzy from the kiss. He lifted his head, smiling at the flushed little woman, his voice a low, hoarse question, "Tutu, the 'that' you mentioned, is it kissing, or... this?"
An Yiqing's body stiffened, her clear watery eyes glaring intensely at Gu Yelin, like a little tiger. Yet, those fierce eyes carried a hint of grievance and helplessness.
Gu Yelin loved this look on An Yiqing, and he stopped teasing her, tightly wrapping his arms around her.
