He Jingyao's gaze moved higher, landing on her delicately enticing lips.
The corners of his lips slowly curved into a smile that could captivate anyone.
He stepped into the room and suddenly swept her into a horizontal carry, lifting his right leg behind him—bang, the door of the room was forcefully shut.
Su Zixi let out a soft gasp, clutching his neck, her eyes wide with nervousness, "Jingyao, I..."
"Shh..." He strode to the bed and laid her down, looking down at her, "How could I miss the feast you meticulously prepared, hmm?"
"I didn't meticulously prepare anything..." Facing the moment, it wasn't her style not to retort a bit.
"Oh?" His gaze roamed unabashedly over her body, "You changed into the clothes I like and even took a shower..."
As he spoke, he leaned in slightly closer and took in a deep whiff, his voice becoming huskier, "Very fragrant."
Su Zixi's cheeks turned deeply red.
