C341 I Cant Take It

Ruobai lay sprawled across Qingge's chest, his curious eyes fixed on Qingge's closed ones. His small brow furrowed when he noticed the red mark on Qingge's forehead.

He crawled upwards, lowering his gaze, and his little mouth, red and drooling, latched onto the spot with a loud smacking sound. Just as he was enjoying himself, a large hand grabbed the back of his collar