Late at night, Leng Yichen emerged from the bathroom to find Bai Yiran curled up on the bedroom sofa with a laptop, wearing headphones.
The short nightdress revealed her sexy white legs, and Bai Yiran, with one hand propping up her chin, just happened to present a teasing view of her cleavage from Leng Yichen's angle.
Leng Yichen felt his throat tighten, his body stirring with desire. He moved over to sit beside Bai Yiran without a word, nuzzling close to her. If it had been any other time, Bai Yiran would have long since surrendered to him.
However, Bai Yiran completely ignored Leng Yichen at this moment, her eyes glued to the laptop without blinking.
Leng Yichen knitted his brows tightly and abruptly snatched away the laptop she was engrossed in.
"What are you doing!" Bai Yiran looked up, displeased.
Leng Yichen set the laptop aside, his tone firm and undeniable, "You haven't fulfilled your duties as a wife for a long time now!"
