Feng Huaijin swiftly tossed aside the slippers he had found for Su Li, stretched out his long arm to hook Su Li's slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace, chiding her in a low voice: "What are you doing? How old are you?"
With having a son already, how can she be more childish than a child?
The moonlight tonight was so bright overhead, and she wasn't having eye problems, how could she fall?
Feng Huaijin held the girl in his arms tighter, and reproached her softly: "Su Li, you and I are in the most intimate relationship, we have a son. Aside from a marriage certificate that we can't get right now, how are we any different from a married couple?"
Su Li's heart felt a wave of sweetness, she tightened her hold around Feng Huaijin's neck. She opened her eyes and looked outside, her vision was still completely dark.
