Jiang Yan was so moved by her words that, taking advantage of the dark corridor, he hugged her and kissed her twice.
Mom and Dad were muttering, so they had given him and his sister up for the night, Little Xixi could have guessed, with a face full of black lines. At this moment, he was carried into his uncle's room by his uncle and laid freely on his uncle's bed. His uncle's bed smelled of his youthful sweat, and furthermore, with just a glance of his little eyes, he could see his uncle's room piled up with all sorts of things a hot-blooded youth would have. For example, there was a row of impressive models on the desk, including a space shuttle, tanks, and an aircraft carrier. He might not be able to see them clearly or know what they were, but he could feel a vitality similar to his dad's. His little brows tensed, filled with seriousness.