Su Ningyan was completely unaware that at that moment, a fire was already raging in Zhuo Junyue's eyes.
Zhuo Junyue gave a light cough and encircled her waist with his arm, "Good girl, if you thank Uncle in a certain way, I'd like it all the more."
However, this method of gratitude almost drained Su Ningyan.
Liar! Didn't he promise to go easy on her?
In the end, Su Ningyan was so exhausted that she went straight to bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhuo Junyue was unusually patient, not minding her fussiness in the slightest.
The next morning, after the duo had rested for the entire night.
Ningyan looked a bit withered, while Zhuo Junyue seemed refreshingly invigorated.
Su Ningyan's heart burned seeing him, why did she feel like her bones had been disassembled?
On the contrary, this bastard; he even looked more energetic, that's unfair.
Ningyan asked, visibly upset, "Why do you seem completely untried, Uncle? My waist feels so sore."
