"My dear, you keep pouring tea for while we talk, and drinking too much tea can make a person too spirited. It’ll be hard to fall asleep at night. Lying in bed wide awake, could it be we’re supposed to chat under the covers? This must be my dear hinting at , ’Let’s not sleep tonight and do sothing else instead.’" He paused before adding, "Also, just now, my waist is the most sensitive area, and my dear touched it right away. Tsk tsk, that’s a clear sign."
"..." This is such twisted logic—so twisted she didn’t even know what to say. And sensitive waist!
"If you don’t speak, you’re agreeing, right?" Seeing that she didn’t respond, Ye Zi’an chuckled again, "Shall we draw the curtains now?"
"I agree with your big head, ghost! I poured you tea because your lips looked dry, and you needed more water. As for your sensitive spot, heh," Yang Chuxia looked at him with ill intent, "are you sure your sensitive spot is your waist?"
"My dear, making explanations is useless. Anyway, I have only one thought now." After saying that, Ye Zi’an picked her up, "It’s getting late."
"..." Yang Chuxia was speechless.
Seeing her silence, Ye Zi’an thought, could it be she is feeling shy?
So he said again, "My dear, don’t be shy."
"Shut your mouth!" Couldn’t this stinky man have a thinner face? Acting all serious while talking dirty, his face is getting thicker and thicker—it’s unbearable!
"Alright, alright, I’ll shut up and won’t talk."
Damn, Yang Chuxia glanced at him sideways. This man really needed a lesson.
So, with a swift move, she wrapped her hands around Ye Zi’an’s neck, hmph, let’s see how sensitive you are now!
Not only that, but her red lips also sealed his, and after a while, she jumped down from him, setting fires all over Ye Zi’an’s body with her hands.
Just as Ye Zi’an beca impatient and wanted to carry her into the inner chamber, Yang Chuxia suddenly jumped away.
She chuckled, "Solve it yourself, see if you dare to tease next ti!"
Ye Zi’an’s face soured upon hearing this, "Don’t be like this, my dear!"
Just as Yang Chuxia was about to speak, two little voices ca from the inner chamber.
"Daddy, Mommy!"
"What are you doing?"
One voice was Yangyang’s, the other was Lele’s, instantly making Yang Chuxia cover her face.
"Daddy?" Yangyang didn’t realize the situation and tugged at Ye Zi’an’s clothes, "Daddy?"
Ye Zi’an’s handso face distorted slightly at that mont, really wanting to say, son, interrupting your father’s good mont is a great disrespect.
"How did you end up in your parents’ room?" Yang Chuxia managed to remain a bit calr, "How long have you been in there?"
She prayed they hadn’t seen everything.
However, she was too optimistic, only to hear Lele say, "Waiting to go to sleep inside."
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