Xie Zhiyao finally contentedly wrapped her arms around his neck, voluntarily closing her eyes.
Xue Shaoguang lowered his head and pecked Xie Zhiyao's lips, but while kissing, his affectionate gaze instantly turned cold and harsh.
Xue Shaoguang felt a bit of regret. Xie Zhiyao, this woman, was overly clever and unappreciative of kindness. She would inevitably cause trouble for him sooner or later.
He had honed his skills for ten years; if everything were to be ruined by Xie Zhiyao, then he, Xue Shaoguang, would truly be unwilling to accept it.
The large hand supporting Xie Zhiyao's shoulder loosened, slowly lifting up, reaching towards Xie Zhiyao, who was lost in this kiss with both her hands around Xue Shaoguang. Yet, before touching her neck, it was clenched into a fist by Xue Shaoguang himself.
His gaze swept toward Xie Zhiyao's belly.
