Meng Siyu's eyes darkened slightly, Tang Yue was wondering if he had misunderstood again, but the next moment, she felt her lips sealed once more. This time, Meng Siyu's hands were not as well-behaved, until in the end, Tang Yue could clearly feel his restraint. Innocently, she said, "Uncle Mo, this is not my fault."
"Tomorrow, I won't let you off," Meng Siyu murmured, nipping gently at her neck, and then holding her without daring to make another move.
In the deep, quiet of the night, Meng Siyu held her quietly. Perhaps it was his calming presence, but Tang Yue soon drifted off to sleep, only to awaken later to find Meng Siyu no longer in the room.
"Xiao Yue, get up, Siyu is here already."
Zhang Hualian's voice came from outside the door.
"Got it," Tang Yue murmured sleepily, feeling like she hadn't had enough sleep. She rubbed her eyes and groped for her watch. It was just past six-thirty. She lay back down on the pillow, a sweet smile spreading across her lips.
