"Li Yifei." Na Yi grabbed Li Yifei's hand and led him toward the bed, her face even redder, but there was an unusual sense of excitement and anticipation.
Li Yifei was truly dumbfounded at this moment. Even if Miao women were known to be passionate, wasn't this a little too much—meeting for just one day and already heading to bed? Most importantly, all he could think about now was using the toilet. He had absolutely no such intentions! He hastily stopped walking and said urgently, "Na Yi… uh, this…"
Na Yi couldn't pull Li Yifei along and turned her head toward him, puzzled. Seeing the embarrassed expression on Li Yifei's face, she suddenly let out a chuckle, and then looped her arms around his waist. Meeting Li Yifei's gaze, she softly whispered something, then buried her head against his chest.
