Do You Like It That Much?

"It's not that." Mo Yesi could tell that she was doing it on purpose. He smiled and bit her lip. "Little imp, you know what I want to hear. If you don't say it, I'm going to kiss you."

Qiao Mianmian chuckled as she felt his warm breath on her lips. "You heard it, why do I have to say it again?"

"I want to hear it again."

Mo Yesi grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. "Say it again and I'll help you analyze what happened."

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

"No one knows my Big Brother better than I do. My analysis is definitely useful to your best friend. Baby, do you want to say it again?"

The man's lips were still against her palm.

As he spoke, his warm and moist lips would brush against her palm.

Qiao Mianmian looked down and saw that he was holding her hand. His posture and the way he kissed her palm were full of love and tenderness.

She was instantly tempted.