"Mm." Jiayin was pressed back onto the bed, pouting and giving a muffled hum.
The soft, moist touch of her lips reached the palm of his hand, causing a brief flutter in Ye Wuge's heart. He quickly retracted his hand and got out of the bed.
"Not even knowing what sleeping means, maybe you should go back and let daddy give you some extra lessons first."
"I... I obviously know what sleeping is." Jiayin, frustrated by the failed kiss, pouted, quickly turned around, pulled back the covers on the bed, and pointed at the bloodstain on the sheet, "Look at this, and you dare say you didn't sleep with me?"
Ye Wuge glanced at it, recalling her past "glorious deeds," and the corner of his mouth twitched. This time, she's learned to be clever, even faking bloodstains.
"Is this chicken blood, duck blood, or pig blood?"
Recalling the bloodstain on his face a moment ago sent shivers down his spine.
