The tip of Ling Sheng's nose felt itchy. She wrinkled her nose and opened her mouth to bite the man's finger. She glared at him fiercely and muttered incoherently, "It tickles."
Jun Shiyan didn't expect the young lady to suddenly attack him. He patted her head and said lovingly, "Let go."
Ling Sheng refused.
Jun Shiyan sighed helplessly and twitched again. "It's dirty. Be careful of getting diarrhea."
Only then did Ling Sheng obediently let go and lie back on the sofa. After she completely relaxed, her body felt light and she did not want to speak. She only looked at the man with a sweet and seductive smile.
Jun Shiyan's throat tightened. He let out a low cough and reached out to hug her. "Go to the room and sleep. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Ling Sheng shook her head, unwilling to do so. She even hid for a while before saying in a soft and sweet voice, "Sleeping here is comfortable."
