Rong Yan held his breath and carefully looked at her until he was sure that she was not awake. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
Then, a wave of ecstasy rose from the bottom of his heart.
Regarding her unconscious attachment movement, a wave of excitement rose from the bottom of his heart. Joy was greater than being moved.
There was a kind of emotion that filled his chest that he had lost and regained.
Her heart was filled with passion and love, and she could not help but want to burst out. The arm that was holding her tightened again, and her thin lips gently kissed her flawless white face.
“Anning, what should I do with you... You’re so stubborn that it makes me love and angry...”
“But... even if I sneak up on you like this, to be able to hug you and kiss you... I’m satisfied.”
Luo Anning had a very real dream. In the dream, Rong Yan was hugging her, just like every night in the luxurious mansion, whispering to her.
