The next morning, Lan Xin Ai was woken up by the sunlight outside the window. As soon as her captivating eyes opened, she noticed something was off.
The man's hand was dominantly placed on her bosom, with one hand greedily occupying both sides. His ambition was evident.
This caused the little lady's heart to beat wildly.
"Let go."
Her hands were clutching his, trying to push him away, but though the man was still asleep, his strength was formidable and unyielding.
"You let go." The little woman was grinding her teeth, frustrated that she couldn't shake off his hand that stuck to her like glue.
"What is it?"
Xi Yemo was awakened by her, his voice thick with sleepiness.
"Your hand...where is it?" Lan Xin Ai was driven mad by his innocence
"Hand." Xi Yemo's hand twitched a bit, it was soft and elastic, but a bit small.
A wave of warmth swept over, and Lan Xin Ai managed a faint moan, only to hear a chuckle near her ear.
"So affectionate first thing in the morning, hehehe."