Yun Qiluo’s face was pinched again, and she couldn’t help but protest.
At the same time, she looked at him with tearful eyes, silently expressing her grievances.
But her voice was too soft, and her gaze too gentle, making it seem like she was only inviting more teasing.
Yan Yan couldn’t help but cover her overly beautiful eyes with his hand.
With a hoarse voice, he ordered, "Go to sleep."
His tone was lazy yet cold, but his hand unconsciously softened quite a bit.
Yun Qiluo glanced at him pitifully, knowing her protest was ineffective, and reluctantly snuggled into his embrace, closing her eyes.
Why does he like pinching her face so much!
Her face isn’t made of clay!
Besides, can’t a beautiful woman pinch his face instead? His seems like it would be more pinchable!
Thinking this, she couldn’t help but secretly open her eyes a crack and looked up at that face so stunning it could dazzle the world.
Being so close, even in the darkness, his breathtaking beauty couldn’t be masked.
The young girl was stunned, only able to gaze at him blankly.
Until the lazy, appealing voice of the man came from above her head, "Stared dumb, didn’t you?"
Suddenly caught, Yun Qiluo snapped back to reality, letting her gaze drift around, avoiding him.
In a soft, childlike voice, she defended, "I wasn’t looking at you."
"Then what were you looking at?"
Yan Yan lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the young girl in his arms, his eyes lazy and gleaming with an indiscernible light.
This little thing was just so cute no matter how he looked at her.
No wonder she was the pet he took a liking to.
Thinking this, his hand around her waist couldn’t help but tighten a bit.
Yun Qiluo, however, didn’t notice these small movements, being entirely immersed in the guilty feeling of "being caught peeking."
After hesitating for a while, she mumbled quietly, "Looking... at something else."
The man curled up the corners of his lips, not delving further.
After enough pinching of her tiny face, he switched to playing with her little hand, leisurely continuing.
Soft, and feeling very nice.
Better than any toy could compare.
Clearly, Mr. Yan was very satisfied with this.
Having been so startled by him, Yun Qiluo had completely given up on the idea of pinching back.
Fortunately, he was no longer pinching her face now.
She lay in his arms for a while, initially on guard against getting her face pinched.
But after a short time, sleepiness overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes, slowly drifting into slumber.
Just before falling asleep, she couldn’t resist snuggling a bit more into his embrace.
The beautiful man’s arms... were so comfortable.
And his breathing and heartbeat, steady and rhythmic, brought an inexplicable peace of mind.
This was her last thought before she completely lost consciousness.
As Yan Yan continued to knead, soft and gentle breaths came from the girl in his arms.
He looked down and saw her relaxed brows, her small rosy mouth slightly puckered, her nose slightly twitching with her breathing, appearing very well-behaved.
She truly looked like a little kitten, dependence, and trust written all over her face.
He chuckled softly, but his gaze grew increasingly languid, even with a hint of barely perceptible tenderness.
She really was quite trusting.
Not at all afraid of what he might do to her.
Especially... moments ago, she had clearly seemed unwilling to be held.
But now, her little hand clutched tightly at his robe, tighter than anyone else.
As if fearing he’d run away.
Yan Yan lowered his gaze, eyes fixed on where her fair little hand clutched tightly.
She had wrinkled a patch of his robe.
But the man didn’t frown at all, showing no awareness of the impending ruin of his robe worth thousands, instead, he intently watched the sleeping girl in his arms.
His long, narrow eyes half-closed in contentment.