"...are you saying my breasts have actually gotten smaller?" She was quite sensitive about this question.
He Jingyao’s breathing deepened, and his gaze turned fiery.
He slowly untied her belt and opened her coat, then slid his hand inside her sweater.
"That tickles..." Zhixi murmured in dissatisfaction, instinctively reaching out to push him.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, catching her flailing hand, "Let me check, and we’ll know whether they’ve gotten bigger or smaller, okay?"
His voice was almost a whisper.
Zhixi paused for a moment, her expression confused.
After a long while, she hesitantly nodded, "Okay then..."
He Jingyao chuckled hoarsely and leaned over her, looking down at her from above.
Her cheeks were flushed even more, and layers of mist gathered in her eyes, resembling a sweet, tempting dessert.
It had been too long, so long since he had seen her that those intimate moments had blurred in his memory.
When he had confirmed she was still alive, a wave of resentment surged in his heart, resenting this woman’s ruthlessness. However, at this moment, he was just thankful that she was still alive.
Her body was still soft and warm, not reduced to ashes in that explosion.
He Jingyao never believed in fate, but now he couldn’t help but think this was the cruelty of fate, as well as its mercy.
He sighed softly, then bowed his head and captured her lips.
"Xiaobao... stop it..." she murmured softly.
Now, in a state between waking and sleeping, she felt somewhat floaty. She didn’t realize what he was doing, just instinctively felt uncomfortable.
He Jingyao paused, "Who are you talking about?"
She mumbled, her voice even more muffled, "...stop it."
The man took a deep breath, unwilling to restrain himself any longer. He bit her lip again, grinding patiently, eliciting a low moan from her.
Then, the man kissed her chin, then her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck... Soon, the woman beneath him was gently writhing.
"Does it feel uncomfortable?" His voice was deep and husky, with a hint of coaxing.
"...Yeah." She responded hazily.
"Do you want to feel comfortable, hmm?" he asked, nibbling on her earlobe.
"Yes." She responded without hesitation, licking her lips.
He Jingyao’s eyes darkened, and his hand roamed her body slowly yet forcefully, "...don’t worry, I’ll make you feel comfortable soon."
Lugang 17, Lu Qixi had her assistant bring dinner over, and she ate with Xiaobao.
The little guy smiled sweetly, "Qixi, every time I eat, my mom plays your songs so I’ll eat more."
One evening, the little guy made her heart bloom with happiness. Although she had many loyal fans, none of them brought her as much joy as Xiaobao did alone.
Perhaps it was because the adoration and affection in the little guy’s eyes almost overflowed, warming her heart.
"Great, then I’ll play a song for you too." Lu Qixi said as she pulled out her phone and queued up her own album.
The two were halfway through their meal when the doorbell suddenly rang.
"It might be your mom coming to pick you up." Lu Qixi patted Xiaobao’s head and stood up to open the door.
However, she froze when she saw the man standing outside.