Her lips pouted, and on her somewhat tired face, there was a hint of melancholy. Her eyebrows occasionally arched gently, and even the slight wrinkles at the corners seemed to deeply touch the sorrow of one's heart, making one desperately want to smooth them out for her.
He leaned over, gently kissed the center of her forehead, and his tongue slowly moved down to her brows and eyes, licking her eyelids.
Ye Ning groaned softly and opened her eyes.
His lips, little by little, gently tasted her flavor, kneading her body, slowly covering it with his own.
Ye Ning was somewhat tired, propping her hand on his chest, she said, "I want to sleep..."
He said, "This time you don't have to do anything, really."
"Ugh, I don't believe you..."
Every time he said that, it always ended with her being exhausted.
Mu Yeli said, "Trust me, really, I won't let you feel tired..."
While speaking, he already scooped her onto the bed, kneeling underneath...
"Ah... what are you doing..."
