Yang Li closed the car's back door and waved goodbye: "Bye-bye."
Once inside the elevator, Zhou Huaiyi, who had been quietly holding onto his neck, suddenly became restless, rubbing her fluffy head against his neck every now and then.
Xiang Qichen tightened his grip slightly and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."
Zhou Huaiyi ignored him and opened her mouth to bite his collarbone.
Xiang Qichen winced in pain and furrowed his brow. With a "ding," the elevator reached its destination, and he stepped out and headed home.
Even as he unlocked and entered the house, her mouth remained clamped on his collarbone, warm and electric-like.
Xiang Qichen's back stiffened, and he quickened his pace into the room, placing her on the bed: "Huaiyi, let go."
Zhou Huaiyi didn't budge, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and stubbornly saying, "No."
Xiang Qichen, with a mix of laughter and tears: "I'll turn on the light. I'm not leaving."
"Still no."
