The young girl was still awake with Sansan in her arms.
As soon as he heard the door open, he immediately turned to look in the direction of the door.
Outside the heavy curtains, the door opened, and a tall and imposing figure appeared in front of the door.
Yingying was so familiar with this figure. Who else could Yingying be other than her Lord tyrant?
Ruan Mengmeng held little three in her arms and decided to pretend to be asleep.
She guessed that li junyu must have wanted to sneak a kiss on her as a good night kiss before bed.
The young girl was lying on the bed with the puppy in her arms, half of her face buried in the pillow to hide the subtle expression on her face.
When li junyu walked closer to the big bed, he saw his little wife hugging the stupid dog, sleeping so soundly that she forgot where she was.
Li junyu found the phone that had fallen beside the pillow. He picked it up for ruan Mengmeng and placed it on the bedside table.
