Jiang Yi doted on her as he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her head, his husky voice murmuring, "How could I ever disdain you? Even when you're old and can't get any older, I'll never disdain you."
"When I get old, won't you grow old with me? Don't forget, you are several years older than me. You'll age faster than I do. Stop kissing me, my face is all covered in your saliva." Xia Ying pushed Jiang Yi away without any sense of romance, sliding out of bed in the process.
Jiang Yi pulled her back in a heartbeat, pressing her down back onto the bed. He pinned her beneath him and asked in a low, raspy voice, "Where are you going?" His hands began to wander restlessly.
"I'm going to check out the betrothal gift you sent me." Xia Ying answered as if it were the most natural thing. "It wasn't you who sent it, was it? It must have been your brothers who delivered it on your behalf. I just want to see if your brothers stirred up any trouble."