No matter how cold Mr. Li is, Yu Jingrong insists on snuggling up to him like a rogue, lying on him, coquettishly saying, "Ayun, Ayun... I mean, really, are you even jealous of Su Xinghe? He's no different from a stranger. What can your little heart contain?"
"What time is it? Don't you need to rest?" Li Chengyun asked indifferently.
Yu Jingrong stared into his deep eyes, snuggled closer to him, and said, "It's still early. No rush, let's chat for a bit?"
Li Chengyun suddenly pinned her on the sofa, without warning, grabbing her pajamas and pulling them down halfway, then stopped, leaning in to say, "I don't like talking… I prefer action, understand?"
He viciously took the rosy tip of her body and gently bit it.
Yu Jingrong immediately felt half of her body go limp, "Ah... be gentle."
Li Chengyun gave a cold snort, "Later, you'll ask me to be harder!"
