"Oh..." Yun Qiluo suddenly understood, "That’s right, a beautiful woman has to make money."
Baidu says that eighteen to twenty-five is the best age to fall in love. What a pity for the beautiful woman.
If he had a little more money, maybe he could have time for romance.
However, every time she thought about the possibility that one day he might really fall in love...
Like Baidu says, being with another girl every day, even sleeping together, buying her food, being intimate...
At that time... will the beautiful woman not want her anymore?
For some reason, Yun Qiluo suddenly felt inexplicably angry.
She knew it was wrong; it’s normal for a beautiful woman to fall in love at that age, but she was just inexplicably angry, so angry that she didn’t want to talk to him!
The more Yun Qiluo thought about it, the more upset she became. In the end, she simply moved out of his arms, lay on the bed, turned her back to him with her head against the pillow.
Seeing the young girl suddenly throwing a tantrum, Yan Yan frowned, "What’s wrong now?"
The young girl let out a "humph," still unwilling to talk to him.
The man lazily lay on the bed, stretched out his long arms, and pulled her back into his embrace.
She was so thin and small, it was effortless to pull her into his arms from such a close distance.
He lifted his hand to pinch her small chin, making her face him.
"Not happy again? Hmm?"
Yun Qiluo didn’t speak, with her eyes downcast, refusing to look at him.
After lying in his arms for quite a while, she suddenly asked in a low voice, "Beautiful lady, how about not falling in love?"
Yan Yan paused, a glint flashing in his eyes, "Why?"
Yun Qiluo thought he really wanted to fall in love, and her small hand gripping his clothes tightened.
She spoke sullenly, "I don’t like it."
Upon hearing this, the corner of the man’s lips involuntarily curved upward.
A moment later, he answered in a low voice, "I won’t."
"Really?" The young girl’s head immediately lifted, her eyes shining brightly at him.
Yun Qiluo finally felt relieved, regained her energy, happily said, "Beautiful lady, you’re so nice!"
Yan Yan glanced at the clock on the wall, lazily said, "Time to sleep."
Yun Qiluo looked at his face, still breathtakingly beautiful even in the dark.
Her eyes darted, and suddenly she quickly pecked his cheek:
After throwing out those two words, she immediately acted as if nothing had happened, snuggling into his arms and closing her eyes.
Yet her small body remained tense, her ears perked up to see if he was angry.
However, after a while, all she heard was a very pleasant laugh from the man’s throat, low and resonant, exceptionally alluring in the night.
Yun Qiluo was still a bit confused. What’s the beautiful lady laughing about? Is he not angry?
Last time when she kissed him, he clearly didn’t look very happy.
Before she could snap back, a long hand brushed her bangs aside.
The man bowed his head and planted a kiss on her forehead.
With a voice tinged with a bit of joy, low and captivating, he said again, "Good night, little thing."
Yun Qiluo finally snapped back, wrinkled her small face as she snuggled in his arms.
She’s clearly the adorable Little Magic Fairy Luoluo.
Ah, she suddenly remembered! She hadn’t checked her Weibo for days!
Wonder how those netizens are doing!
Right before sleep, Yun Qiluo suddenly remembered the group of netizens she had left behind on Weibo and quickly made a mental note to remember to post on Weibo tomorrow.
It’s all Shijia’s fault for recommending such a fun game that she forgot to check Weibo.