Nostalgia

The next morning, before Ji Mengyao woke up, she was called to the study room by Ji Minhuai.

"Why did you call him over so early in the morning..." Ji Mengyao yawned and then sat on Ji Minhuai's thigh. She then put on a smiling face, "Do you want to have dessert before breakfast? "Hrm?"

She was only wearing a white cotton nightgown. Ji Minhuai's hand moved along her smooth and tight thighs. When he touched it up, he found that the nightgown was empty. His eyes narrowed.

"Don't... "It's itchy..." Ji Mengyao twisted her neck, but she placed her bracelet on Ji Minhuai's neck and said tenderly, "I hate it..."

The voice was filled with an alluring and annoying tone, and it successfully caused Ji Minhuai to rip off her nightgown and press her down on the study desk.

The iciness behind his back and the fire in front of him formed a sharp contrast, bringing about another type of excitement.