He Xiyan instantly understood what he wanted to do. Under the light, her face was quickly dyed a shallow red halo. Holding a small pillow in her arms, she sat on the bedside with her feet hunched.
Seeing Ye Hao walking towards her while taking off his clothes, she shook her head. With a trace of embarrassment in her voice, she said, "Well... No."
Saying so, she then pulled the quilt over herself.
Ye Hao raised his eyebrows, a strong flame surging in his eyes. His body also grew hotter gradually. Having suppressed himself for several months, he had even stronger sexual desire at this moment.
"Hasn't puerperium passed?" He ripped off the quilt covering herself, took the pillow away and threw it on the carpet.
