Rong Ye stood by the bed, looking down at Su Qinglan, who was still sleeping like a sweet, helpless angel. The more he looked at her peaceful face, the more aggrieved and angry he felt!
He was practically sulking like a spoiled, neglected child. Unable to hold back his frustration, he leaned down and gently bit her soft lower lip.
Su Qinglan shifted slightly in her sleep, letting out a soft, tiny groan, but she didn't open her eyes at all.
Seeing her so unbothered made Rong Ye's heart twist even more! His unruly hands instinctively sneaked under her top, finding their way straight inside to squeeze her soft, round chest! Feeling that incredible, velvety warmth under his palm, his terrible mood instantly lifted a little bit.
