"Mmm..."
Yun Qiluo's face was pinched again, and she couldn't help but protest.
At the same time, she looked at him with tearful eyes, silently expressing her grievances.
But her voice was too soft, and her gaze too gentle, making it seem like she was only inviting more teasing.
Yan Yan couldn't help but cover her overly beautiful eyes with his hand.
With a hoarse voice, he ordered, "Go to sleep."
His tone was lazy yet cold, but his hand unconsciously softened quite a bit.
Yun Qiluo glanced at him pitifully, knowing her protest was ineffective, and reluctantly snuggled into his embrace, closing her eyes.
Why does he like pinching her face so much!
Her face isn't made of clay!
Besides, can't a beautiful woman pinch his face instead? His seems like it would be more pinchable!
Thinking this, she couldn't help but secretly open her eyes a crack and looked up at that face so stunning it could dazzle the world.
