However, for fear of waking the little ancestor up, Buddha Yu would only dare to go so far each time.
He thought his movements were light enough, but unexpectedly, he still woke up Mu Anran.
"Did I disturb you?"
Mu Anran frowned, "Why don't you try sleeping soundly at midnight while I come to your bed and kiss and touch you?"
Yu Lingqian's eyes darkened, "I would ask for nothing more."
...
Ask for nothing more my ass!
Damn hooligan, perv!
Mu Anran didn't feel like talking nonsense with him, "Dream on!"
Yu Lingqian found the more he discovered: even when the little one was angry, she was fragrant and irresistibly delicious.
His eyes grew darker, his hands gently slipped under her hem, kneading her delicate skin at the waist, his husky voice brushing past her ear, "Little fairy, are you tired today?"
As soon as Mu Anran heard his suggestive husky tone, she instantly understood his implication.
