Ziyi covered her flushed cheeks, "I'm so tired from doing it every day..."
"Just lay back and enjoy it." The man raised an eyebrow, "I'm the one putting in all the effort."
"Oh..." Ziyi pressed her burning cheeks against his chest, "Alright then..."
Pei Yuanchen's gaze deepened, pinching her face, he said hoarsely, "I promise I'll make you cry every day."
Ziyi froze, "What?"
The man smiled a little smugly and lifted her up, "Nothing."
He carried her into the bathroom to give her a bath.
At this point, Ziyi was truly exhausted, unable to do anything but let him handle her.
Under the guise of helping her wash, Pei Yuanchen used his fingers to send her to the peak, then pressed her against the slippery wall and took her again.
Sure enough, Ziyi was made to cry by him, pitifully begging for mercy.
Only then did Pei Yuanchen contentedly let her go, wrapping her in a towel and carrying her back to the bedroom.
Ziyi was limp, too tired to even lift her arms.
