"Go on, go to sleep!"
Leng Yuan exhaled, suppressing the urge stirring deep inside him. He raised a hand to stroke her hair, keeping his voice as steady as possible.
Leng Yuan's heart went out to his wife. She'd been busy all day with things related to Sweet Girl and Xiao Yang, and he worried she was exhausted. He had no intention of touching her tonight.
Having had her fun, Gu Jiaojiao felt satisfied. When Leng Yuan spoke, she decided not to keep him from his book and prepared to get up.
But as she started to get up, her eyes landed on him.
Leng Yuan was well-proportioned, with a particularly long, slender neck. In his light gray sweater and with his stylishly messy hair, he looked utterly captivating.
Gu Jiaojiao honestly felt that she was satisfied with every single aspect of his looks; she couldn't find a single flaw.
Gu Jiaojiao's bright eyes darted, a mischievous glint appearing within them.
Whenever she wore that expression, she was definitely up to no good.
