Xiao Jihan's body trembled slightly, and the sound that came from his mouth carried a lazy, low hoarseness, with an incredibly unbearable fragmented tone.
Su Muyao realized what she was doing and quickly took the silver needle away, "Ah… I… I didn't mean to!"
Su Muyao's face was very red.
"I'm sorry…"
Xiao Jihan's eyelashes fluttered lightly as he looked at her, his clear and broken voice saying, "It's okay, as long as my wife is happy."
"I said, whatever my wife wants to do, Jihan will cooperate."
Seeing him like this, Su Muyao was overwhelmed with guilt.
"Um… is it broken?"
Although separated by a thin layer of cloth, but…
Xiao Jihan originally wanted to say something but looked at her expression, with eyes like blooming camellias.
Xiao Jihan's eyes were slightly raised, an alluring beauty in his clear eyes, he said softly, "I don't know if it's broken."
"Perhaps only by forming a contract with my wife can we know if it's still good."
"My wife, should we give it a try?"
