Chen Mengyan heard Yang Ming's affirmative reply, smiled slightly, and closed her eyes with happiness. Yang Ming gently hugged her and stroked her hair. In fact, Chen Mengyan's request was not difficult at all; it was very easy...
Now thinking of it, Chen Mengyan occasionally threw some small tempers at him. Yang Ming did not think that there was anything wrong, but he found it a little cute.
This was the real Chen Mengyan. If she were like the online fantasy novels, helping the protagonist to find wives for him, then she wasn't a living person, but a vase.
When the sky was completely dark, Yang Ming and Chen Mengyan were suddenly shocked.
"Yang Ming, what time is it?" Chen Mengyan was lazy and unwilling to move; even her mouth was too lazy to move. She had tossed around with Yang Ming from the morning to the evening; even Iron Man could not bear it, not to mention, they only ate some eggs and steamed bread slices for breakfast.
