When you really like someone, even possessive jealousy becomes sweet.
That's how Ruan Jiaojiao felt at the moment.
Duan Xi's assertiveness didn't make her dislike him; instead, it sweetened her heart.
She turned her head, wrapped her small hands around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and deliberately bit his lips, saying, "Brother Xi, you're so domineering." Then, with a hint of shyness, "But I like it."
The last bit of her liking was once again dissolved in the embrace of their lips.
The room was filled with an ambiance of affection and sweetness.
"Sweetie, sweetie, aren't you up yet?" Outside, Ruan Jianguo lowered his voice to call twice through the door. He thought Ruan Jiaojiao hadn't gotten up yet and didn't want to disturb her sleep, also fearing she might miss the time to eat her birthday noodles.
