The past hour had tortured Lian Xinying's inner world.
She hardly ever lied to Yan Ye, and having just lied to him, her conscience was in torment.
Feeling that she had done something wrong, she shouldn't have deceived him.
So she woke him up.
Lian Xinying didn't explain why she woke him up, and he mistakenly assumed: she wanted it!
"Take the son away," Yan Ye quickly came to his senses and huskily instructed her.
Lian Xinying was taken aback, not understanding what he meant: "Why should the son be taken away?"
"Do you want the son to witness how he was made?" Yan Ye certainly didn't want such a private matter to be observed.
He especially didn't want to be disturbed by a mischievous child.
If he woke up, he would surely cry a river.
"What are you talking about? You can't possibly want to do that sort of thing, can you?" Lian Xinying looked at him in surprise.
