"What are you doing?" Ye Luo tried his best to control the temperature on his face, pretending to be sharp, pouting his pink lips and scolding, "I'm still angry!"
"I know." Qingzhi laughed softly, his breath spraying on her white neck, and Ye Luo froze in place.
"I'm just too tired from traveling all night, Luoluo, please let me lean on you for a while, okay?"