Leng Zhiyuan's face was a little red. He was against her back, and there was something against her butt. It was uncomfortable and awkward, and she moved towards the side.
Zhou Yao laughed. He pulled the blanket that was in the middle of the both of them and did not allow her to feel uncomfortable. He bent over to kiss her earlobes and hoarsely said, "Ever since I met you, my junior has been out of my control. When it meets you, it always likes to raise its head."
"What are you saying?" She used her elbow to push him away.
"Okay okay, I will stop talking. Go to sleep, Wifey. Can I sleep in bed tonight? You don't have to worry. I will definitely take care of Junior," he said extremely seriously.
Leng Zhiyuan curled the corners of her lips up into an arc, and she buried her face deep into the soft pillows as she softly said, "Don't you feel uncomfortable like that? Doesn't sleeping on the sofa feel better?"
