"Huo Yanzhao, let go of me!" Yun Xuefei spoke furiously, yet the end of her sentence unintentionally carried a soft, tender nuance.
"I like your selfies," Huo Yanzhao suddenly chuckled hoarsely, "all those photos have been synced to the cloud... Guess what I'm doing each time I look at your selfies?"
Looking at her selfies... doing what?
Yun Xuefei realized what he meant in an instant, unsure whether to be angry or embarrassed.
But her cheeks got irrepressibly hot.
She pushed against his chest with both hands, trying to maintain her composure as she said, "I don't care about whatever dirty things you've done, but now, please show some respect!"
"Xuefei..." he bit her cheek gently and said, "I know you want it too."
Most of her photos were related to her daughter, or were pictures taken together with her daughter, but occasionally she took some selfies by herself, which often had an ambiguous and seductive charm, making him unable to stop himself every time.
