"Mmm..."
The girl pushed against the man's shoulders twice.
Somehow, even though this intimate act had been done countless times before, she still found herself unable to catch her breath.
Shi Wei leaned back slightly, his thin, lightly flushed lips glinting under the chandelier's light.
He patted the little girl's back, his fingertips brushing over her lips. A pleasant chuckle rumbled from his throat.
Yu Zhi turned to the side, deciding she didn't even want to bother saying things like "don't do this next time" anymore.
She held a glass cup in her arms, silently sipping her juice, choosing not to engage with him for now.
"Zhizhi, Chen Yan's wedding date has been moved up," Shi Wei clung to her again.
Like someone afflicted with a craving for touch, he held her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder, occasionally planting kisses on the side of her neck.
"Why?" Yu Zhi raised her brows in surprise.
