Si Qingxiao knew this was her home, her parents were sleeping not far away, and she was already nervous and uneasy. Yet, he ignited a fire within her heart, burning hot.
"Jiang Chengsi, are you crazy?"
"Shh—keep your voice down."
"…"
"Let's keep our movements quieter."
Si Qingxiao's face turned beet red. What did he mean by keeping movements quieter? This was practically devilish. Her hands were pinned above her head, making her position particularly uncomfortable. Just as she was about to struggle, she felt a warm breath blow onto her face.
"I'm very tired today, could you be a little obedient?"
Hearing him say this, Si Qingxiao's heart softened instantly. "Was work tough? I can talk to my dad, about you being with me. I don't want you to do something you don't want to."
