His eyes were slightly moist, and his voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
The Little Fox buried his head in her shoulder, continuously nuzzling her neck with the tip of his nose. The sensation tickled Wen Qian, and she raised a hand to gently pat his slightly arched back.
"Is it... gone?"
"What?"
Wen Qian didn't quite hear him.
The Little Fox buried his head even deeper, the tips of his ears growing hot. "Is your period... over?"
"..."
Wen Qian fell silent, mentally chanting a calming mantra.
'Hey... Stop tempting me!'
"Um, I still have things to do, so why don't you..."
"Things to do this late? Are you planning to cheat on me?"
"..."
Wen Qian lowered her head, not daring to look at the Little Fox's gorgeous face, but he took her hand and pressed it against his abs. She had to admit, at that moment, suppressing the smile on her lips was harder than controlling an AK-47.
In the cold wind, the young man looked as beautiful and fragile as shattered jade porcelain.
