The next day, Ye Cheng woke up in bright daylight.

"Get up!" He tapped Xiaoya gently on her shiny white buttocks and called her to get up.

Xiaoya woke up quickly even though she was gently slapped. The broad chest made her feel comfortable and infatuated, and the smell of a man floated into her nose, making her reluctant to leave. Ye Cheng's absurdity, like a woman, came to mind last night, making her face red instantly.

"If you don't get up anymore, someone will come and I want to sleep in my arms and have more chances." Ye Cheng laughed.

"Cut, who rarely sleeps in your arms!" Xiaoya quickly...