Feeling as if Xiang Yiqing's tenderness and doting have emptied her, she desperately needs him to fill her up.
"Brother Xiang." She grabbed Xiang Yiqing's wrist with a backhand, looking up at him with twinkling eyes.
Meeting her fiery gaze, Xiang Yiqing felt his entire heart being ignited, and he raised an eyebrow lightly, "What's wrong?"
His voice was uncontrollably hoarse.
"I squeezed orange juice for you, you must be thirsty, have some." Xin Xiaoxiao turned and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice, and handed it to Xiang Yiqing.
Xiang Yiqing shook his head with a smile, "I won't drink it now. Let me wipe the kitchen first, you go out."
Xin Xiaoxiao pouted coquettishly, "I made this with my own hands for you, drink it and I'll go out."
Her coquettishness was a killer skill for Xiang Yiqing, leaving him helpless. He nodded, "Alright, alright."
