Today's Wu Yao was completely beyond Bei Yiyi's usual perception of him.
The next day.
When Bei Yiyi woke up, it was already almost one in the afternoon.
And as she slowly woke up in Wu Yao's embrace, she was met with a pair of deep eyes staring at her with a smile.
Bei Yiyi's mind went blank for a moment, and it took her several seconds to finally start running again. Thinking of the scenes from last night, her cheeks instantly flushed. The man in front of her, the smile in his eyes deepened as well.
Obviously, he was in a great mood!
Bei Yiyi glared at him with resentment, gritting her teeth, "Big liar!"
"Yiyi, what did I lie to you about?!" Wu Yao asked knowingly.
The man's just-woken voice had a hint of hoarseness, sounding particularly lazy and magnetic, making one's ears buzz with numbness.
"You clearly said you were sick, and last night you even even even..."
