Just after eating her fill and sitting on the sofa for a while, she couldn't help feeling a bit sleepy.
Just as she yawned, she felt the man beside her move, seemingly intending to return to the room.
Luo Luo immediately perked up and stood up without saying a word.
He took a step, and she took a step, like a little tag-along, following him step by step.
He suddenly stopped, turned around, and the young girl, unable to stop in time, bumped into his chest.
The familiar scent of milk mixed with a faint floral fragrance hit her nose.
The softness of her body brought an unfamiliar flutter.
Yan Yan squinted his eyes, quietly watching her.
His chest was really too hard; the young girl hit it so hard that tears welled up, her big eyes watery.
Pitifully, she raised her head:
"Beautiful woman…"
The man's short hair swayed slightly and half-covered those excessively enchanting and dangerous eyes.
In a low voice, he asked, "Why are you following me?"
