Yunyun's situation.
Leh Ying knew she could never receive a standard answer.
Her jealousy was something he couldn't help with, and he was so domineering that he didn't want her to fuss about it.
That early morning.
Leh Ying's hair was all sandy, so she had a professional hairdresser come over to handle it, an hour later.
Her hair returned to its usual black and softness, such toil making her eyelids almost stick together in fatigue, the man lying beside her half-awake for a while, pulling her into his chest, smelling the fragrance of her hair, "Come closer."
She murmured, saying it hurt.
Xu Jingxi's hand moved down, slowly kneading the dimple in her lower back, each gentle and tender stroke helped her drift off to sleep, very soporific.
The young girl slept soundly, her long lashes obediently drooping, a far cry from her usual jealousy-stricken state.
