"Oh dear, if you're going to talk, just talk. Don't get all hands-on." Yang Chuxia brushed away the hand he reached out to her.
Ye Zi'an nonchalantly reached out again, pulling her into his arms, "Alright then, I won't use my hands, but can I use my mouth?"
Her voice was muffled by him, and Yang Chuxia glared at him angrily, but from his eyes, she could see deep amusement.
A night of tossing and turning, filled with passion!
The place beside her that belonged to Ye Zi'an was already cold; he must have gone to the royal court.
"Mom, you have to get up, hurry! Something big has happened!" Last night's antics had left her sore and a bit lazy, she planned to sleep a bit longer, but Yangyang's voice pierced through.
"Mom, hurry up! Something big has happened!" Yangyang continued knocking, "If you don't get up, I'm going to come in and pull you out."
This little ancestor, she's scared of him.
