Come sleep with me?
Song Song hadn't yet figured out what the man meant when he effortlessly lifted her into the room with one hand. That was what you call easy.
She admitted she was very light, very light, but still over eighty-some pounds, right? Just how strong was he to carry her so casually?
Song Song was tossed onto the bed. Despite seeing stars, she still tried to get up using her hands and feet...
However, the man was one step ahead, getting onto the bed and pulling her into his broad embrace, his hand resting on her belly. His hand felt a bit hot.
It was so scorching that Song Song didn't dare to move. Her head was fuzzy, and she didn't know what to do.
He lay behind her, hugging her, seeming to have closed his eyes, as if he was truly exhausted.
"Uncle, are you really tired?"
"Mm."
The man responded faintly, sounding a bit nasally, yet in the silence, it was particularly alluring.
