She regretted it. She regretted sleeping in separate beds from Mrs. Li.
So, Mr. Li, who seemed to be shrouded in low air pressure, ran back and climbed into bed.
In front of outsiders, he was aloof and cold, and he was like a precise machine. He was a man who was cold and emotionless.
He was not afraid of embarrassment in front of his little wife.
Compared to a lonely and cold night without a warm and soft woman in his arms, first young master Li would rather coax his little wife.
After that, he would hold his little wife and continue his ascetic, abstinent nightlife. He could touch her but not eat her.
what?! ruan Mengmeng was slightly stunned. She almost thought that she had heard wrong.
He was Lord tyrant, li junyu, and the Li family's high and mighty, cold and indifferent first young master Li.
How could he so easily admit that he was here to climb into her bed?
