"You—" Xia Weiyi was just about to curse, but the words turned into a soft and weak: "Mm—"
Ye Che lowered his head and sealed her lips, gently and skillfully teasing. Before long, Xia Weiyi seemed to melt, collapsing into his arms, and the mouse in her hand unknowingly slipped to the floor.
Ye Che took the opportunity to carry her to the bed. She seemed somewhat reluctant, trying to reach for her phone, but with his movement, she let out an 'ah—', and then whimpered like a little kitten.
The first half hour, Xia Weiyi was still full of energy, but the latter half hour, Ye Che had worn her out, her breath faint, eyelids drooping as she lay on the bed, too lazy even to move a finger.
"Be good, I'll carry you to take a bath." Ye Che pulled her out from under the covers.
Xia Weiyi grunted in dissatisfaction, continuing to pretend to be dead with her eyes closed.
