His actions were extremely perfunctory, but Luo Luo was overjoyed as if she had received a treasure.
She turned around and rolled back onto the bed, starting to roll around without any image.
Yan Yan glanced at her crotch, his gaze deep and mysterious.
Suddenly, he called her name softly, "Yun Qiluo."
The young girl who was rolling around stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed on her.
She suddenly sat up from the bed and looked down.
Her whole little face crumpled down.
In exchange came a laugh from Yan Yan, showing no empathy at all.
He averted his gaze, stood up, and rummaged through her wardrobe for a while.
He found a cute set of pale yellow pajamas with little ducks on it.
His expression became stiff for a moment, but after all, Mr. Yan is Mr. Yan.
His impossibly beautiful face soon regained its depth and calmness, his phoenix eyes were even more unfathomable.
His slightly low voice commanded, "Go take a shower and change your clothes."
Luo Luo quickly took them, and carefully wobbled towards the bathroom.
Yan Yan watched her walking posture, then looked at the paused image of Donald Duck walking on the large TV screen.
The similarity was over ninety percent.
It plunged him into silence...
The bed was stained by Luo Luo, and it certainly couldn’t be used again tonight.
Yan Yan made a phone call to have Wang Ma come up to take the sheets for laundering.
After Luo Luo finished her shower, he directly took her back to his room.
Actually, it was just next door; stepping out the door was already his room.
However, Luo Luo was as lazy as a cat during her period, feeling weak all over, unwilling to move at all.
Holding her phone, notebook, and iPad, she walked sluggishly.
She couldn’t help but look back every few steps.
Yes, she was still thinking about the Donald Duck she hadn’t finished watching.
Yan Yan leaned against the door, waiting for her for quite a while before she finally wobbled into his room.
The first thing she did upon entering the room was to fling herself onto the big bed.
Her little face buried in his pillow, rubbing hard against it.
Then she spoke, "Ah, the beautiful woman’s bed is still the most comfortable!"
After exclaiming, she wanted to roll around on it again, but the man’s face turned dark, quickly stopping her.
Only then did Luo Luo stop her antics.
It’s just that, perhaps she had been too arrogant when her stomach didn’t hurt before.
She lay on the bed watching TV for a little while, and her stomach started to hurt again.
Unable to resist, she turned over, curled up into the quilt, holding her stomach with a pale face.
Yan Yan just came out of the bathroom to see her lying on the bed again, whimpering.
He instinctively walked over and hugged her into his arms.
When the girl heard it was him, she spoke with tearful eyes, "Luo Luo is in pain..."
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, speaking in a soft, childish voice, "Want a hug."
The softness of her tone could melt anyone’s heart into a puddle.
The man’s phoenix eyes darkened slightly, the next moment, he had already lifted the quilt and got in, pulling her body into his embrace.
The girl was a soft little bundle, usually warm, but perhaps her body temperature was lower now due to her period, even her skin was cooler than before.
As he looked down, he saw her little face was deathly pale, biting her lip tightly, looking extremely pained.