Laying in bed chatting?
No matter how you hear it, it sounds ambiguous.
But Zhu Qianying had personally agreed to the request of Eldest Young Master Yan, so she could only watch him kindly move the little boy sleeping in the middle of the bed to the edge.
Even though it was just his back, she could clearly perceive the pleasure emanating from his being, a pleasure that ironically, stemmed from her suffering.
At that thought, she couldn't help but want to kick his raised butt.
Originally, it was just a thought, but by the time she responded, her foot had already kicked up and made contact with his butt. Luckily, the force wasn't too strong, so Young Master Yan continued to bend and carefully settled their baby boy, only then did he turn his head and question her.
"Why are you slapping my butt? Why so urgent? "
The light in the bedroom wasn't too bright, but Zhu Qianying could clearly see the mischievous smile on his face.
