When everything had calmed down in the room, it was deep into the night, and the surroundings became even quieter. Zhao Mengmeng lay softly on the bed, breathing steadily, already asleep.
In stark contrast, Pei Chenyang, the person who exerted effort, was now spirited, his gaze as sharp as if he'd been injected with chicken blood.
His fingers caressed the silky back of the woman, thinking that this woman in front of him was indeed the source of his energy.
"Baby, are you asleep?" he nibbled on Zhao Mengmeng's ear, only to be annoyingly pushed away by her.
What Pei Chenyang loved most was disturbing Zhao Mengmeng each time she fell asleep.
"Dirty boy, don't you need to wash?" he poked Zhao Mengmeng, who then grabbed the blanket, covering her entire head as if to completely block out Pei Chenyang's harassment.
As far as Zhao Mengmeng was concerned, Pei Chenyang was utterly misguided.
