Lian Xinying buried her small face into the pillow.
She couldn't win against him!
Although it wasn't embarrassing at all, she felt so useless.
"Uncle, if I make you happy tonight, will you pamper me to the skies tomorrow?"
She lifted her little head timidly and looked at him.
"You want to go to the skies that much?" Yan Ye lay down beside her, slid one hand around her neck and pulled her little head to his side.
"I want you to pamper me."
"Is it not enough now?"
"Uncle, I want more... am I so love-starved?"
"Hmm, not only love-starved but also lacking in sense."
"Uncle, can you go a day without criticizing me!"
"I can," Yan Ye said, unusually generous.
Lian Xinying raised her eyebrows, curious, and pressed him, "Which day, which day! Let's agree now, you're not allowed to take it back!"
"The day I'm buried."
Lian Xinying: "..."
Can we not talk about such depressing things when going to sleep?
