The next morning, Lin Yi woke up in a daze, but he couldn't get out of bed.
It was not because she had been sealed by the blanket, but because Ji Qingyan's legs were pressed against his body.
As Lin Yi moved Ji Qingyan's thigh away, he also fondled it a few times.
Even if he could not make claps of love with her, he could entertain himself with just this leg for a few years.
Eventually, he got off the bed and stretched lazily before covering Ji Qingyan with a blanket and heading to the bathroom.
Lin Yi wasn't in a hurry to wash up. He sat on the toilet and called Ning Che.
"How are things on your end?"
"It's all good. These people are all honest. No one is causing trouble."
"Did Yushi Mitsui call?"
"No, other than those three calls, I haven't heard anything."
"Not even a phone call?"
"Not even one."
"Alright, I understand." Lin Yi looked at his watch and said.
