"What's the use of just knowing this, you always irritate me."
Opportunistic Hiram Bailey knew how to make the most of crossing boundaries.
Sure enough, this tactic was unstoppable for Melody Bailey, who agreed with him repeatedly: "There won't be a next time."
"Melody."
"I said there won't be a next time."
"Melody, look at me."
"Look at what?"
"Look at my heart."
Melody Bailey's laughter came through, full of ups and downs: "I haven't cultivated to that extent yet, I can't eat hearts."
"Heh..."
Hiram Bailey also chuckled softly, "I really want to take my heart out and give it to you."
"There's no need for that, I'm scared of blood." Melody Bailey cooperated perfectly, making Hiram Bailey's heart flutter and he leaned down...
The wind scattered the frost in the night, spreading it to every corner.
The man whispered softly, "My exclusive seal, even if it's my sister, I get jealous, and I won't let it happen again."
"Huh? What seal?" Melody Bailey was puzzled.