The next day, Han Jiaojiao was awakened by itching.
Groggily opening her eyes, she saw Han Yi leaning over and gently nibbling on her collarbone, his soft short hair sweeping across her neck. Han Jiaojiao couldn't help but laugh out, "Brother, why are you acting like a little dog?"
Seeing that she had woken up, Han Yi became even more uninhibited.
Han Jiaojiao felt rather embarrassed and after a slight struggle, she said with a blush, "Brother, why are you being naughty so early in the morning..."
"How am I being naughty, huh?" Han Yi asked with a low chuckle, kissing her cheek.
Han Jiaojiao pleaded, "Stop teasing me..."
Just as they were about to get into the swing of things, an untimely voice came from outside the door, "Han Brother, Jiaojiao, are you awake yet?"
Han Yi's face suddenly darkened as he yelled sharply, "Scram!"