Xia Yanxi followed his words and moved closer to him.
Lifting her long eyelashes, she looked at his slightly dry thin lips and asked softly, "Would you like some water?"
Qiao Yanli nodded, "Yes."
She stood up and poured him a glass of water.
He took a few sips, put the cup aside, and stretched out his big knuckled hand towards her.
Her little hand was wrapped tightly in his palm, feeling his warmth, and a thin mist filled her eyes.
Snap.
A drop of crystal tears fell on the back of his hand.
He frowned slightly, his dark eyes fixed on her tear-covered face, and asked in a soft voice, "Why are you crying?"
When Xia Yanxi thought about the way he protested to his grandma in the past few days, she felt extremely painful. Before, she had a cold war with him to vent her anger.
"I'm sorry, I was angry with your grandma a few days ago, but I even ignored you..."
Qiao Yanli pulled Xia Yanxi into his arms and rubbed her hair with his big palm, "Little fool, I have never blamed you before. If I want to blame you, I only blame myself for not doing a good job as a grandma. You were wronged and hurt a little bit.”
Xia Yanxi hugged his lean body tightly with her hands and leaned her little face on his chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat, she sniffed her red nose and said in a slightly choked voice, "Just like I told grandma. Like that, there is no need for us to dwell on unhappy things. Grandma has finally figured it out now, and she won’t embarrass me anymore in the future, right? "
He lowered his head, kissed her forehead with his warm thin lips, "Don't worry, she has already asked you to call her grandma, and she will not wrong you again in the future."
Xia Yanxi knew that it was all his fault that the old lady accepted her so quickly.
Her soft, boneless hands gently touched his handsome, angular face. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a veil, so gentle and affectionate.
Suddenly, she stepped forward and kissed his thin lips.
Qiao Yanli looked at the tender look on her eyebrows, and the heart in his chest shook violently.
Her lips seemed to still carry her warmth.
His eyes were a little darker, and his thin lips were slightly curved, "Is this enough?"
Xia Yanxi bit her lower lip lightly, "Otherwise, what else do you want?"
"Take the initiative again." His voice was low and hoarse, like coaxing and leading.
Xia Yanxi's eyes were full of tenderness, and she couldn't help but move closer to him. Her lips touched his thin lips again.
But how could he let her back away easily
He held the back of her head and kissed her soft lips. I wanted to go straight in, but I still had a fever. I didn't want to infect her, but I couldn't bear to let go. His hot thin lips came to her ears, sipping her white and crystal clear auricles one after another.
His breath made her feel itchy and itchy, and a layer of small pink particles appeared all over her skin.
She guessed that he wanted to kiss her on the lips, but was worried about catching a cold and didn't dare to kiss her. She grabbed his neck and took the initiative to put her lips on him.
Imitate the way he kissed her, kiss his thin lips, and then pry open his teeth...
Just as she was about to entangle her tongue, he pulled away from her and said in a low, hoarse voice with a hint of wheezing, "The cold will be passed on to you..."
She shook her little head and pressed her soft lips against his again, "I don't mind. I'm not afraid if I catch a cold."