Ningyan heard a ripping sound and couldn't help but grit her teeth, "Zhuo Junyue, can you be gentler? That pajamas are made of silk and they're not cheap."
Besides, she'd only worn them twice, such a waste.
For Ningyan, waste was shameful.
Lord Zhuo, unconcerned, gently caressed her lips with a finger, "You can have as many pajamas as you want. Be good, close your eyes."
After saying that, he gently kissed her lips.
As the heir of the Zhuo Family, Zhuo Junyue had seen countless people.
But he especially liked the little one's eyes, big and bright, like a clear spring.
Especially when she looked at him innocently with wide eyes, it always made him lose control.
Zhuo Junyue prided himself on having top-notch self-control, but when it came to her, all restraint vanished.
This little woman was his nemesis.
After a night of passion, Ningyan didn't even know what time she fell asleep.
She had planned to go to the company to arrange Shuang'er's recording.
