Back at the Northern Garden, after dinner and a wash, Zhiyan lay on the bed with a sulky face, wondering what Sharon's actions truly meant.
She just hoped that it was as he had said, that he came just to pick her up.
"Who upset Little Yanyan?" A deep and magnetic voice sounded, and the next second, Zhiyan's small frame was pulled into a warm and broad embrace, Ming Yihan's icy-handsome face loomed large in front of her, and his scorching breath sprayed all over her face.
She pouted and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. This man really did whatever he pleased, now it had become routine for him to 'report in' every evening.
"Hehe, is Little Yanyan trying to tempt me?" Ming Yihan chuckled, watching her playful actions, a wave of warmth flooding his heart.
"Which eye saw me tempting you?" Zhiyan glared at him, puffing up with indignation.
