Li Beijue was already lying down, half-reclined on the luxurious KING-SIZE bed, holding a book in his hand.
When he saw her come out, he raised an eyebrow and domineeringly pulled back the quilt beside him, patting the Xi Mengsi mattress, "Chi Enen, come here."
That tone, no matter how you heard it, sounded like a young master summoning his personal maid to warm the bed.
Chi Enen had grown accustomed to the way he spoke and walked over, naturally lying down beside him.
As soon as she lay down, her waist was firmly held by someone, pulling her forcefully over—
A book was stuffed into her hand from above, and the man's deep, commanding voice came from above her head, "Read to me."
He wanted to hear her voice!
Chi Enen, feeling exasperated, picked up the thick "Investment and Management," flipping to the page he had reached, just about to start reading.
