When Ling Tianya opened her eyes on the second day and saw Ruan Zeyan, his face full of satisfaction. She glared at him and turned around to go back to sleep, her back to the wicked man.
His large hands reached out from behind her, and his long arm wrapped around her not yet bulging stomach.
"Remove your hand. Don't touch me!" Ling Tianya said angrily. Last night, before she had a chance to greet grandmother, she had been made to stay on the third floor by Ruan Zeyan, without knowing if grandmother was waiting for her.
It was as though Ruan Zeyan knew what Ling Tianya was concerned about. He pressed his thin lips to the nape of her neck and said, "Don't worry. Grandmother won't be angry and wouldn't have waited for you. She's an old woman, so she probably went to sleep before 10."
"How do you know?" Ling Tianya was still angry.