Qiaoqiao reached out her hand to hook around Qin Yize's neck. They only parted when they were both breathless from the kiss. Under the slightly intoxicating night sky, Qin Yize's eyes shone brilliantly. His voice was husky and carried a hint of charm, "Qiaoqiao, would you really let me worry?"
This sentence made Qiaoqiao instantly give up all resistance. She spoke weakly, "Alright then, I promise you, even if I go, I won't get involved in this matter."
Qin Yize gazed deeply at Qiaoqiao until he realized she was telling the truth. He happily pressed a gentle kiss on Qiaoqiao's lips, then turned over and hugged Qiaoqiao in his arms again, patting her back, "Qiaoqiao, it's too late, let's rest." He then shifted the topic, "If you're not really tired, we could do something else..."
"I'm tired, and I'm exhausted." Qiaoqiao hastily spoke, and to prove she was indeed tired and exhausted, she promptly closed her eyes.
