Seeing him look at her, she nervously swallowed and let out a dry laugh, "Hehe."
Henry Sullivan frowned, "What do you want to do?"
"I... I'm going down to get my phone."
"I told you, no phones allowed when sleeping at noon."
"But I can't sleep without looking at my phone," she took a deep breath, no way, no way, this position is just too strange.
The movement was too quick, and Ivy Miller just felt a dizzying blur.
When she came to, she was already pinned down, "Uncle..."
"Not being able to sleep without a phone is an illness, it needs treatment."
"Where are there doctors for this kind of illness," she laughed awkwardly, trying to ease the strange atmosphere.
But he gave a charming smile, "This kind of illness doesn't need a doctor, I can take care of it."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed the side of her face, Ivy Miller flinched slightly.
It all started like this last night, so she knew what he intended to do now.
