Why Waste a Beautiful Night on Them

"He shouldn't be in the mood to cause you trouble now."

Jiang Yexun gently stroked the fluffy back of Su Xiaoxiao's head, his large palm finally coming to rest in the soft nape of her neck.

The delicate touch made it hard for him to resist his wandering thoughts.

Su Xiaoxiao, however, didn't notice his subtle changes and still blinked her big, watery eyes, asking with anticipation and excitement, "Did you do something?"

"It wasn't done to him, but he jumped in willingly, so I just included him in the plan," Jiang Yexun said, his heart melting at the sight of his little wife.

He lowered his head, inching closer to the young girl in his arms who was still frowning in thought, trying to figure out what he had done.

With their noses touching, he nuzzled against her small, upright nose, lingering and tender.

"On a night like this, why should we think about those unpleasant people?" Jiang Yexun's voice grew husky and deep, with a hint of urgent desire.