Yan Jiuchao's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
Yu Wan thought to herself that the heavens were really unfair. Why did they give a man such a face? Waking up early and looking disheveled and oily… She could not see anything like this from him. He was really an immortal.
Yu Wan pursed her lips and leaned against him. She whispered, "Yan Jiuchao, why do you keep holding my hand? Do you especially like me and can't extricate yourself from me?"
Yan Jiuchao glanced at her coldly and did not say anything. Instead, he pulled open the blanket.
Yu Wan took a closer look. Why were his buttons unbuttoned? Uh… It couldn't be her who unbuttoned it… right?
Yu Wan coughed lightly and said, "Then… then did I do anything else to you?"
Yan Jiuchao said coldly, "What do you think!" She was not obedient even when she was asleep. One hand kept touching his body.
