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After seeing off Li Lizhi, who was reluctant and wistful, Lee Hyo-eon, who had already heard the noise, also wrapped in silk pajamas, walked out of the bedroom.

Looking at the somewhat tired Lee Hyo-eon, Yang Hao gently said, "Don't you want to rest a little longer?"

"En~~!"

Lee Hyo-eon, bleary-eyed, had communicated throughout the previous night.

Now her heart had let go of all reservations.

She was Yang Hao's woman.

So, after a bout of head-shaking, Lee Hyo-eon came over to Yang Hao, snuggled against his warm chest, and murmured, "Ouba~~!"

"I'm not sleeping anymore..."

"I have to meet mom and dad later!"

Looking at the darling in his arms acting spoiled.

If it wasn't for Li Lizhi helping him out just a bit ago, Yang Hao might have been aroused again.

Suppressing the flames rising a little from his lower abdomen, Yang Hao held Lee Hyo-eon's pretty face and said, "Go wash up!"

"Perk up, dress up nice and pretty."

"Leave the rest to me."