Her head pillowed on his chest, her hands, and legs resting separately on his chest and waist.
Her small face comfortably rubbed against his chest.
"..." Jingchen held her small face, not prepared to let her move again.
His gaze trembled involuntarily when it fell on the area around her chest.
"Damn it," Jingchen cursed angrily, then pinched her small foot.
He wouldn't let her touch him randomly anymore.
Poor him, An Ning, however, continued to sleep soundly.
She hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time, as if she had a very strong support that made her stop worrying, stop getting hurt.
In her dream, a handsome man appeared, saying he liked her a lot.
Loved her, and wouldn't care that she had had a child.
Especially since the handsome man was Jingchen, the domineering CEO.
She didn't want to wake up, she wanted to keep sleeping.
Her small hand, out of habit, stroked back and forth on Jingchen's chest.
