Huo Xingzhou looked at her, his slightly long and narrow eyes seemed to hold the brilliant starlight of a galaxy.
Profound and bright.
His voice coaxed, "Do I count as the best?"
The faint scent of alcohol emanated from him, encroaching upon her.
Mixed with that cool fragrance, it made one drowsy.
It's not the wine that intoxicates, but the person themselves.
Qiao Xi succumbed to his affectionate gaze, unconsciously pursing her lips to force herself to stay a bit more alert.
"You are the best husband, grandma is the best grandma, and Grandpa Cheng is the best master,"
Qiao Xi said softly.
"You're being willful," Huo Xingzhou stepped even closer.
Qiao Xi's back pressed against the wall, confined in a narrow space, close enough to feel his breath.
She reluctantly reached out her finger, poking his chest: "Everything I've said is true."
Huo Xingzhou lowered his head and gently bit her lip, "What about someone else? Where does he rank?"
What does Ayi count for!
