Unaware of the mischief she accidentally did, Yan Xiaye comfortably enjoyed the man's massage, her little head nodding off to sleep.
The warm light cast thin shadows on her delicate features, her long eyelashes gently trembling with her breath, and a faint smile curled on her rosy lips, exuding a beauty that evoked tenderness.
Li Yuntang's sensual Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he stirred up a topic to divert his attention, his voice hoarse beyond recognition: "Tired?"
"Mm..."
Yan Xiaye yawned sleepily, like a lazy cat turning over, stretching another foot that was white as jade into the man's arms, dangling it to indicate she wanted to enjoy a little while longer.
This playful gesture amused Li Yuntang, making him chuckle, and his calloused fingertips pressed lightly against her tender soles, as the heat in his heart unknowingly dissipated, replaced by a feeling of indulgence and warmth.
"Good night, Xiaye, have a sweet dream."
