"Shut up and sleep!"
Xiao Qiao felt overjoyed and almost wanted to jump around. She finally had the mood to write love letters. People who are reserved indeed like reserved things. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Xiao Qiao gently leaned over. The Lieutenant Commander had just taken a bath, and his body carried a bit of a chill. The warm body pressing close brought a tingling sensation, and the Lieutenant Commander looked at Xiao Qiao helplessly.
"Still restless?"
Xiao Qiao drew circles on his chest with a particularly girlish heart, her hair and eyebrows filled with temptation.
"Do you like it?" Xiao Qiao asked, "Do you like my love letters?"
Like, absolutely like!
However, this kind of liking came with desire.
The Lieutenant Commander cleared his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed, and simply did not answer. In this aspect, the Lieutenant Commander was quite straightforward. Xiao Qiao was overjoyed, "I knew you liked this style of love letter."
"Who said I like this style?"
