Xiao Yu kept moving around on him, causing Gong Ting to feel the fire within his body. He held her waist, his voice slightly tense, "Keep moving, and don't blame me for being rude to you."
Xiao Yu caught the underlying meaning of his words, and she froze immediately, glaring back at his mischievous expression, feeling both annoyed and amused.
Gong Ting noticed she was obedient now, his large hand still on her waist, not letting go. His firm jaw gently rubbed against her shoulder nook, "Feed me."
Xiao Yu was helpless. If she didn't comply, he wouldn't let her go. She picked up the bowl, which wasn't too hot to touch anymore, and started feeding him with a spoon.
They just argued last night, and now suddenly were so intimate. She felt inexplicably awkward, "I saw the flowers in the bedroom, did you buy them?"
