The gaze moved upward to the man's tightly pressed thin lips, the high bridge of his nose, and the long and dense eyelashes... An Yin looked deeply, her focus gradually growing more intense.
At this moment, she was completely unaware of how intimate her actions were.
She was like an octopus, with her hands tightly wrapped around the man's neck and her legs firmly clinging to his strong waist.
The man looked grim; though he struggled to control his breathing rate, his breaths were decidedly not steady as usual.
"Bao, Bao Shaojin, you're here." Her voice was trembling, as if she were dreaming.
Bao Shaojin's innate gaze was fixated on An Yin, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure.
"Hmm, are you cold?"
Seeing her in thin pajamas, the expression on the man's face gradually became more severe.
His words made An Yin realize a problem.
She was wearing pajamas at this moment, and to her despair, she had a habit of not wearing a bra at home after bathing, so at this moment...
