As soon as I opened my eyes, I fell into Ye Nianmo's gentle vision. The gentleness gradually intensified and became wild, burning both of them.

In a trance, Ding Yiyi seemed to hear Ye Nianmo's deep voice, "Yiyi, give me a child that belongs to us."

The next day, Ding Yiyi woke up and his waist was sore. A big hand replaced her hand and gently kneaded the soft meat around her waist. "Better?"

Ye Nianmo was dressed neatly and still naked, which made Ding Yiyi feel extremely shy. She rolled up her quilt and wrapped herself like a dumpling, her eyes flickering. "I want to change clothes."

Ye Nianmo...