His actions were extremely perfunctory, but Luo Luo was overjoyed as if she had received a treasure.
She turned around and rolled back onto the bed, starting to roll around without any image.
Yan Yan glanced at her crotch, his gaze deep and mysterious.
Suddenly, he called her name softly, "Yun Qiluo."
"What?"
"Yours came out."
The young girl who was rolling around stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed on her.
She suddenly sat up from the bed and looked down.
Her whole little face crumpled down.
In exchange came a laugh from Yan Yan, showing no empathy at all.
He averted his gaze, stood up, and rummaged through her wardrobe for a while.
He found a cute set of pale yellow pajamas with little ducks on it.
His expression became stiff for a moment, but after all, Mr. Yan is Mr. Yan.
His impossibly beautiful face soon regained its depth and calmness, his phoenix eyes were even more unfathomable.
