Li Zheng Yu was too caught up in his daydream, so he didn't hear Xiao Yi who kept calling him.
"Master Li, did you sleep?" Xiao Yi shook Li Zheng Yu's shoulder lightly. Because the man closed his eyes with his hands as a cushion.
"Xiao Yi? No, I just closed my eyes for a while," Li Zheng Yu said with a feeling of great shock. Until now, his chest was rising and falling irregularly.
"Take a shower, Sir. I have prepared some water for you," said Xiao Yi, smiling slightly and slightly stiffly.
"Oh, fine. You shouldn't have to," Li Zheng Yu said.
"No problem, I should be at the villa taking care of Mei-Yin. Instead, I will serve you while here," Xiao Yi said.
"Thank you." Li Zheng Yu rubbed Xiao Yi's uninhibited shoulder. Then she rushed to the bathroom.
The touch of Li Zheng Yu's hand made Xiao Yi's chest throb wildly. Reminiscent of the feeling she had on that night. It was so intoxicating and she wanted more.
