Qiao Yutong closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
But someone who's asleep couldn't possibly have that much strength.
"Ah..." Qiao Yutong turned her head toward Song Xiaodong's chest, opened her mouth, and bit Song Xiaodong's chest muscle through his clothes, making Song Xiaodong yelp.
Then Qiao Yutong performed a high-difficulty scissor kick while in Song Xiaodong's arms, locking his head and throwing him onto the bed.
The two of them embraced tightly.
Qiao Yutong had already taken off her coat, leaving only a blue and white dress as thin as paper and as sheer as gauze, with tight jeans on her lower body, revealing a pair of slender, bony feet.
Qiao Yutong still had her eyes closed, her hair covering her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
Only the lips painted with lip gloss looked especially fresh and tender under the light.
Song Xiaodong couldn't resist and kissed them.
"Xiaodong, I want..."
Song Xiaodong felt like he had heard wrong.
