He felt very happy.
In this small, airtight space, even every subtle expression of the other party can be captured.
He resisted the urge to rub Xiang Fang into his arms.
Licking his lips, he watched Xiang Fang pick up the phone playfully, the way he pretended to be a pig eating a tiger made the corners of his eyebrows look like blooming peach blossoms.
What an intoxicating pampering.
Conception:
What I wrote is completely a running account.