Her smile deepened, her eyes curving into crescents, not uttering a word but just staring at him with her bright, glossy eyes.
Never enough, never enough, just could never get enough of looking at him.
"Gone silly?" Shen Chi's lips also curled up, and he reached out to pinch her cheek.
Hmm, it felt good, soft and smooth.
Xu Chaomu swatted his hand away, scolding: "Why are you pinching me? I'm not made of clay."
"All dirty," Shen Chi disdainfully glanced at her.
The room was too shabby, with wood piled up in the corner, as if no one had cleaned it up for a long time—dust was everywhere.
Xu Chaomu's face had also gathered quite a bit of dust; she had been sleeping on the floor for a long time.
"You still touch me even though I'm all dirty?" Xu Chaomu huffed coldly.
On one hand, he was disdainful of her being all dirty, and on the other, he pulled her tightly into his embrace.
This was called something, wasn't it? His mouth might not admit it, but his body was very honest.