Mo Yancheng pressed himself on top of her and looked down at the woman in his arms.
Her jet-black hair was gently spread behind her back, making her fair skin look even whiter, making everything else in the world seem inferior.
"Cheng." He suddenly lowered his head and said something in her ear.
"Oh, don't make a fuss. I still want to sleep." Shen chengjing pressed her hand against his face and pushed it aside.
After a few seconds of silence, she almost choked to death on her own saliva. When she turned her head, she saw the man's still black eyes staring at her. She could not help it, and her small face turned even redder.
"You're up so early. W-what are you doing?" She stammered as she looked at the man. Subconsciously, she moved backward to keep a distance from him.
"Cheng, what do you think of your husband's opinion just now?" The man affectionately called her name.
