Xiao Qimo lowered his eyes to look at her, his gaze deep and somewhat obscure.
"It seems you have a plan?"
"Yes."
Lu Mian responded with a word, then smiled and buried her head in his waist, taking a deep breath.
She liked the clean and elegant scent on him, it made her calm, made her feel secure.
But...
For Xiao Qimo, it was utterly impossible to calm down.
The girl's breath brushed against his waist through the thin fabric.
He tensed his body, every nerve ending began to boil, just this small action, and he shamefully... started to have indecent thoughts.
Xiao Qimo stood like a pillar, rooted there.
He was still wearing the smog-blue shirt from yesterday when they got their marriage certificate, the fabric was breathable and thin, and he could immediately feel the warmth of the girl's cheek.
He could even feel the soft strands of her hair against him.
What was even more damnable was...
