Yun Qiluo didn't expect that one moment she was lecturing him about smoking.
And the next moment, it was her turn to be lectured by him.
She immediately pouted unhappily, and replied with a hint of grievance, "Got it."
Yan Yan thought that she just never had a day when she wouldn't worry him.
He sighed in his heart, got up to close the glass door.
Then came back to hold her and planned to sleep.
The pillow that had gone missing all night finally returned to the bed, and Yun Qiluo was very happy, immediately cuddling into his arms skillfully.
With her little face pressed against his chest, hearing his heartbeat made her feel at ease.
He was warm and smelled nice, always making her feel very comfortable.
Yan Yan hadn't done anything yet, and his arms were already full with her. He lowered his phoenix eyes, and a bit of tenderness couldn't help but appear in his gaze.
The hand around her waist tightened a little.