Xue Yang's hand, patting her bottom, paused slightly. "Hmm, my Xiao Naimao is getting more and more impressive," he said.
"I'm not some Xiao Naimao! I even got first place, and you're still spanking my bottom, hmph!" Lin Xi puffed out her cheeks, looking extremely aggrieved, like a kitten trying to win its owner's affection, only to be pushed away.
Well, his Xiao Naimao is angry.
Xue Yang moved his hand from her bottom, intending to smooth her furrowed brow, but Lin Xi shifted slightly to the side, causing his hand to brush past her cheek.
Xue Yang chuckled lightly. "Not a Xiao Naimao, but my girl."
"I'm not a girl either! I've grown up. If you don't believe me, feel them yourself."
Lying on the bed, her eyes danced as she arched her chest forward slightly, as if extending a special invitation.
