In fact, Li Yan did not mean to prove anything. Every time he met her, he would lose control, not to mention that he had suppressed it for so long this time.
Li Yan leaned against the headboard while Qiao Mu leaned weakly against his chest. Her arms were lazily wrapped around his waist, and her fingers were drawing circles on his abdominal muscles.
Li Yan grabbed her little hand and reminded her, ""If you still want to continue exercising, I don't mind you saying it directly. You don't have to pick me so subtly."
Qiao Mu's movements froze, and she retracted her hand with a red face. She raised her head to look at the man's expression and asked softly, ""Uncle, do you want to sleep?"
"I'm not sleepy. If you're tired, sleep for a while."
