Behind her, Yi Juncheng saw that her hair was so wet that she hadn't even dried it, so he naturally picked up a towel and dried her hair.
Sheng Yang also behaved like an obedient kitten and let him be. She usually had a very clear sense of boundaries and wasn't someone who liked to be intimate with others, but he was the only one who could step into her territory.
Yi Juncheng sensed the sharpness in her flat gaze. After drying her hair, he cupped her face in his hands. She looked slender, and her face was small, the size of his palm. Her small face was cupped in his palm while swaying a little. He pecked her lightly on the lips. The kiss carried no desire.
His peach blossom eyes were smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Who offended you?"
As long as she was too lazy to deal with those who offended her, he would eliminate them all for her.
