Zhixi thought for a moment, suddenly let go of him, then unbuttoned her coat, grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest, looking at him seriously: "Does this make you feel better?"
He Jingyao gazed at her deeply, not speaking for a while.
Zhixi straightforwardly unbuttoned her shirt as well, revealing her bra, then pressed his hand down forcefully, her face full of righteousness: "How about now?"
He finally couldn't hold back and started laughing lowly.
The next second, he lifted her chin with his left hand and kissed her heavily, while, of course, his right hand remained on her chest, mischievously giving a squeeze.
As he kissed her, he started to lose control, his breathing quickly becoming rapid.
He Jingyao had to let her go, his voice hoarse and deep: "I'll deal with you later. Now, close your eyes and rest."
She nodded compliantly, her face slightly flushed.
...
As the months passed, Zhixi became more and more sleepy.
