"Hungry?" Ming Yihan's hand gently stroked Little Yanyan's head as he asked.
"Mmm, hungry," Zhiyan curled into his embrace like a little kitten, feeling the care coming from him. Her little head nodded in agreement before she murmured.
"I'll take you to have some delicious food," Ming Yihan's eyes twinkled with amusement, his thin lips curved slightly, emitting a daunting allure.
"Okay." For some reason, Zhiyan didn't want to leave his embrace; the refreshing scent at the tip of her nose made her inexplicably feel at ease.
"Hehe, good girl…" With a flicker, Ming Yihan scooped up Zhiyan from the bed, landing steadily on the ground. His clothes were wrinkled from sleeping, and his hair slightly disheveled, which only made him appear more devilishly charming and eye-catching.
