His y-might is deeply rooted (3)

Ye Muyun glanced at her. His young and slender body slightly leaned against the bed and bent one leg.

even such a simple action was done beautifully by him.

xue 'er stood at the door, her eyes a little straight, and she uncomfortably pulled at the collar of her pajamas.

In order to achieve her goal, she deliberately wore less Kasaya.

The moon-white low-neckline pajamas hung loosely on her narrow shoulders, even if it wasn't very full.| She was plump, but her flesh and bones were well-proportioned, and her skin was whiter than snow.

after entering and gently closing the door, he didn't have the courage to approach again.

Late at night, in the bedroom, the light was dim, and she suddenly shrank back.

Just as she was about to escape, his cold voice came from behind her. why did you leave? "

"we'll talk about it tomorrow." She bit her lip, her voice soft.

he smiled. " i'm leaving for new york tomorrow morning. "

On a business trip? A few days?