Early the next morning, Ye Xinluo sat up with her entire body aching, turned her head, and glared at the culprit sleeping soundly beside her. Gritting her teeth viciously, she grabbed the pillow and hurled it at him...
As if still not satisfied, she reached out and pinched his arm. Just as she was about to retract her hand, a large hand caught her wrist and gently pulled her off balance.
He yanked away the pillow covering his head, "So energetic this early in the morning?"
With one hand propped beside her shoulder, he stretched out his slender fingers, gently pinched her chin, and said with a devilish smile, "Looks like I need to do something about this."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xinluo was startled and warned discontentedly, "Beichen Rui, don't push your luck."
"I'm not pushing my luck; I'm expanding my fortune..."
What can you do to me?
The words faded at the corner of his mouth, and his slender fingers were placed on her flat abdomen...
