Chapter 3
Jiang Guosheng and others were quite frightened by the scene before them.
"Moxi, come down!" The mask of a smile on Jiang Guosheng's face could no longer hold.
But Jiang Moxi still clung tightly to the man's clothes, even though she knew the man's eyes were nearly seething with icy fragments.
Because that cat was right in front of her.
Squinting its noble blue eyes, it looked at her coldly.
At this moment, the man's harsh voice came to her ears: "Planning to spend New Year's on my leg?"
While he spoke, his breath tantalizingly teased Jiang Moxi's ears, unavoidably causing her to recall his heavy panting while he was buried in her the previous night.
She trembled violently, but still managed to turn her head calmly and said to Fu Youhan, "At most till Qingming Festival. It's still here, I won't come down."
Fu Youhan's mind, disturbed by the scent of cherry blossoms, suddenly recalled the image of a young man.
That young man, afraid of nothing in the world, just like Jiang Moxi, feared small furry animals.
Lost in thought, he once again forgot to push Jiang Moxi off.