Just one second before she was about to bite his face, Meng Xinian slightly turned his head, and she bit onto his lips. With a slight force from his hand, it was as if a little lamb had fallen into the mouth of a big bad wolf.
"It's almost New Year..."
Meng Xinian sucked on her lip and sighed softly.
Chiang Xiao naturally understood what he meant by celebrating the New Year.
She was about to turn eighteen.
Her face suddenly felt warm again.
For some reason, with Meng Xinian like this, it always gave her a feeling that his goal wasn't marriage but to be able to lawfully devour her.
His tall stature, the aura of strength he exuded, all seemed to carry a wild wolf-like intent to disassemble her inch by inch.
"Xinian, is Little back?"
Chiang Songhai's voice came from the front yard, and Chiang Xiao quickly pushed Meng Xinian away.
"It must be that Grandma has finished making breakfast, I'm hungry, time to eat breakfast!"
