Song Enyan immediately picked up her cup, gulped it all down, and then, freeing up some space, patted the bed, "Nangong, come lay down here!"
Tonight, this little girl hadn't really thought about making a baby with Nangong, she was simply innocently inviting him to sleep together.
But this gesture, in the eyes of a man with less than pure intentions, was undoubtedly bewitching.
At this moment, the look in Nangong Ze's eyes had changed, filled with a strong masculine desire to possess.
He tightened his throat and took several deep breaths.
His mind wrestled with conflicting thoughts.
Sleep with her!
Don't sleep with her!
Sleep with her!!
Don't sleep with her!!
...
Nangong Ze, tormented by reason and impulse, was on the verge of collapse!
"Nangong, what's wrong with you? Come over and cuddle with me to sleep!"
Song Enyan innocently extended her fair arms towards him, looking like she wanted him to hug her.
