Rong Yan had no idea about his inner conflict and slept so soundly that she smacked her lips and turned over to continue her slumber...
Li Shengxiao's eyes, deep and profound, seemed to merge with the darkness outside, those inch by inch darkening pupils under Rong Yan's serene sleeping face gradually turned into deep helplessness.
Having just had that bowl of pigeon soup, his body felt as if it were burning with an inner heat, yet a certain little lady slept so sweetly that he couldn't bear to disturb her...
The heat in his lower abdomen suddenly became a silent punishment for him.
Li Shengxiao pressed his thin lips together, afraid that if he stayed there any longer, he would be unable to control himself and would end up devouring her!
With a sense of helplessness, he forced himself to look away, pinched his high nose bridge, and with no other choice, went back to the bathroom for another thorough cold shower.
