Placing the CD back, Leng Xiaoxie came over holding a wine glass and sat down beside her. Memorial Campbell placed her empty glass on the coffee table and subtly leaned closer to him.
Her arm inadvertently touched his arm, separated by a thin shirt—her skin was cold, but his arm was warm.
Memorial's heart skipped a beat as she gritted her teeth, not moving.
Leng Xiaoxie turned towards her and leaned his body closer.
Little one, finally can't hold back anymore?!
Memorial felt secretly pleased but a little nervous, lowering her eyelids while waiting for his next move.
Observing her expression, Leng Xiaoxie pressed his lips together, suppressing the urge to throw her onto the sofa, and reached out to pull the blanket on the sofa over her.
"Cover up a bit, don't catch a cold!"
He was eager to know what other tricks this little girl had up her sleeve.
It was rare for her to take the initiative, and he was curious to see how she would continue to entice him.
