"I'm picking you up," Song Yuanying's thin lips parted slightly, his deep voice resonating like a small bass cannon, tickling her ear and scratching it lightly. Every time Song Yuanhuan released this trait on purpose, Xu Xiuxiu always felt an irresistible feminine longing bubble up from the depths of her heart. Especially now, she truly wished she could hug his neck tightly and kiss him fiercely, coquettishly telling him how helpless she was against his charm.
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Because they were outside the airport and there weren't many people flying at this time, but there were still quite a few people around, and more planes starting to arrive, Xu Xiuxiu couldn't disregard the situation, so she just grinned and nodded, at the same time handing her carry-on luggage to Song Yuanhuan, revealing a touch of childlike haughtiness.
