Xi Jiu continued holding the young girl's face, carefully cleaning every inch of her skin.
Seeing her dusty, delicate little face return to the smoothness of a peeled egg, he couldn't resist lowering his head to give her tender cheek a light kiss.
Ruan Qi, with her head tilted back, opened her eyes wide in surprise.
"Jiujiu!" she accused, her little eyebrows twitching, "What are you doing?"
Why are you suddenly being so cheeky?
The young girl looked at him like he was a little rascal. Xi Jiu found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh softly.
Instantly, Ruan Qi's gaze became even more plaintive.
She struggled like a little kitten, using her tiny paws to push away Xi Jiu's hands, just about to speak when Xi Jiu's phone on the seat suddenly rang.
The phone screen lit up with a name like a death sentence—Shen Wenqian!
"!!!"
Ruan Qi's hairs stood on end immediately.
It's over!
