With his movements, the bed creaked again.
This time, Su Xiaoxiao didn't have to protest; Jiang Yexun reluctantly stopped first.
He frowned, glaring at the bed with a displeased expression.
"Maybe we should just forget it. You've been alone for so long, another twenty days won't make a difference," Su Xiaoxiao gently placed her hand on Jiang Yexun's arm, softly persuading him.
But the next second, Jiang Yexun looked down at her and curled his lips.
The flickering flame in his eyes caused Su Xiaoxiao's breath to hitch slightly.
Before she could react, she was swept up into his arms.
"Ah..." Su Xiaoxiao let out a soft exclamation of surprise as Jiang Yexun quickly carried her off the bed.
"Be good, you see, there's always a way out, right?" Jiang Yexun's voice happily rose at the end, with a hint of playful roguery that sent tingles down Su Xiaoxiao's ears.
Especially the undeniable intensity of his presence, which made her toes curl.