Yan Xiaye knew he was looking at her, and felt her heart flutter, unwilling to meet his gaze.
Li Yuntang chuckled softly, walked over, and scooped up the still-whining little one with a lazy curve of his lips. "Goodnight, sweet dreams," he said to Yan Xiaye.
The man's handsomeness was already extraordinary, and his rare smile made him even more stunning.
It wasn't until Li Yuntang took the reluctant little one out the door that Yan Xiaye took a deep breath to clear her mind, finally managing to shake off the seemingly meaningful "goodnight" from Yuntang.
Having cleaned up the kitchen utensils, Yan Xiaye, as usual, went upstairs and entered the bedroom she shared with Li Beicheng.
Standing at the doorway of the bedroom, she then remembered the sorrowful and melancholy proposal in the garden, and pain gradually spread within her.
It was at this moment that she suddenly felt she understood why Uncle Yuntang had deliberately teased her.
