"Where is it?"
Lian Xinying intentionally asked this kind of question to make him embarrassed.
As he felt embarrassed, a peculiar sense of satisfaction grew in her heart.
Yan Ye had long fallen into her hands and couldn't even be bothered to struggle or resist anymore.
Whatever she asked, he would answer.
...
After listening to Yan Ye's words, Lian Xinying felt like crying.
"I've tried it. This method isn't bad." It was somewhat helpful for calming the mind.
Lian Xinying didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Yingying, did you hear what I said?" Not getting a response from Lian Xinying, Yan Ye sounded a little anxious.
His large hand poked at her unmoving cheek, trying to elicit some reaction.
"I don't want to go to the bathroom…" Lian Xinying stayed quiet for a few seconds before she couldn't resist getting up again.
She didn't particularly feel like talking.
After saying those three words, she collapsed onto the bed and waited for the water to arrive.
