"Yingying, I feel like you've grown distant from me." Yan Ye's voice was hoarse and soothing as he embraced her, his large hand swiftly pulling her robe open and tossing it aside.
Soon the two stood naked, facing each other.
Silky skin pressed together, igniting flames that spread rapidly.
"Not at all... I even asked you for your wallet..." Lian Xinying bit her lip, her eyes moist and shining, she hung her head, not daring to look at him for fear he'd see through her lie.
"Then why don't you call me 'Uncle' anymore?" Yan Ye cared a lot about this trivial matter.
It was through such small things that changes were revealed.
In the past, Yan Ye had told her not to call him "Uncle" in front of the child, but privately, he really liked her calling him that.
"Our son is so big now, it would be so bad if he heard," Lian Xinying argued with him.
Yet the moment she looked up, she guiltily lowered her head again.
