Li Chengyun looked at her in such a virtuous manner, unable to hold back a chuckle, he reached out and held her in his arms: "Don't blame me for being selfish."
Under the soft light, the man's sternness was shrouded in a thin layer of mystery, Yu Jingrong pressed her face against his chest: "How could I blame you? I'm just a selfish little woman myself."
He kissed her forehead, and the two quietly embraced for a while. Li Chengyun gently asked: "Are you tired? Do you want to go back to bed and sleep for a while?"
Yu Jingrong shook her head, "No, I don't feel like sleeping now. I'll just lean on you and lie down for a while, then later have dinner."
Li Chengyun responded with a sound, lowered his head to nuzzle her lips, and a sense of tenderness welled up in him. His long fingers gently combed through her loose hair as he closed his reserved eyes, preparing to lie down with her for a while.
