Yun Hanxiao was suddenly held up, and was surprised, groaning randomly: "Mmm."
Di Chajie was a little squeamish about cleanliness, especially towards women. He took what he needed from each side, didn't care about emotions, and kept it simple and clean.
It really suited Di Chajie's mood.
His life had been so busy that he didn't need a woman's love to add to his troubles.
Kissing was never his pleasure.
But Yun Hanxiao made him have this thought.
Moreover, he was just a small mortal.
Di Chajie squinted his eyes slightly as he hugged the little girl even more tightly.