Their bodies were pressed closely together over a large area, and Xu Qinghuan could feel the fire-like heat radiating from him into her body, his breath washing over her face and neck.
Xu Qinghuan pressed her palms against his broad chest, teasing him deliberately, "What did I say? What did I say?"
Jiang Xingye's throat felt a bit dry; he could only feel his fiancee's little hands making mischief against his chest, scratching at his heart like seventeen or eighteen kitten tails.
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