Over and over again, Ye had to give up this move. Where could her strength rival the man who was eighteen centimeters taller than him?

She had to sit back in the carpet of Persian velvet. Ye Yanning yawned several more times. She could not resist the drowsiness that swept over her. In this quiet night, only two people in the living room fell asleep unconsciously...

The next morning.

The hangover headache and the physiological clock made Lu Chengxiao wake up on time, and then move slightly, feeling his palm covered with white hands...

He looked down at Ye Yanning, lying asleep on the edge of the sofa, reached for...