"Shi Yan, can I sleep with you?"
When she was little, she looked like a porcelain snowball doll. During those carefree and innocent childhood days, Shi Yan always liked pinching her cheeks, leaving Yan Zhi's face reddened every time.
Young Shi Yan poked his head out from under the blanket, "You can, but my mom said that men can only sleep with their wives. If you sleep with me, then you'll be my wife."
Hugging her pink pillow, Yan Zhi timidly nodded toward him. As long as she could sleep with Shi Yan, she was willing to be anything.
Shi Yan lifted the blanket, "Come on up."
Yan Zhi climbed onto the bed using both her arms and legs, burrowing into his bedding.
She lay beside him, and Shi Yan reached out to pinch her cheek once again.
Yan Zhi's face was soft and squishy enough to pinch out a chubby roll of flesh. Now, as he knelt by the bedside, one hand tucked under the covers, he couldn't resist squeezing her cheeks a few more times with his other hand.
