"Let go of my hand," Xu Chaomu glared at him fiercely.
"I won't... I can't let go..." Shen Chi's tone had a hint of rascality, "If I let go, you'll run away..."
After speaking, he gently bit her earlobe.
"Ah..." It felt like a surge of electricity.
His arms embraced her. He hadn't touched her like this in a long time and he missed her scent deeply.
"Mumu... it won't hurt... give it to me..." Shen Chi furrowed his brows, unable to endure any longer.
Xu Chaomu clenched her teeth, her face flamed red, "Get lost, get away from me!"
Shen Chi's words made her blush furiously. What did he mean by 'it won't hurt'?
The dim light fell on Xu Chaomu's face, making her resemble a half-ripe peach at this moment.
Shen Chi was a normal man, how could he possibly stop at such a time.
Just as his hand slid down, suddenly, there was a "wah" from the bedroom—Xiaobao was crying...
Shen Chi was startled first; his intoxication sobered up significantly.
