Chapter 71 Uncomfortable Adjustment (1/3)

In her hazy state, Ruan Tang felt the familiar yet pleasantly scented coolness in the blankets growing stronger and stronger.

Like the wind on a snow-capped mountaintop, carrying the heat of the scorching sun, it wrapped her up completely.

She snuggled closer, her little face nestled on the pillow still warm from the man's body, and fell into a deeper sleep.

This is the scene that Yan Yu saw when he pushed the door open and came in.

The bedroom was dimly lit.

His little girl was curled up in his blanket, like a kitten that had found its den.

Only a small tuft of jet-black hair and a rosy, sleeping face were visible.

The heart, filled with restlessness and frustration, vanished without a trace the moment it saw her.

The man moved quietly, his tall figure approaching the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) without making a sound.

He had just bent down, wanting to steal a kiss on that rosy cheek.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of silver light.

Little White landed lightly on Ruan Tang's slightly heaving belly. Fortunately, it knew how to control its strength and reduce its weight, so it just hovered lightly on the girl's belly. Otherwise, it would have been slapped away by Yan Yu the moment it jumped up.

Little White had no idea about any of this. It was standing upright with its hind paws dangling in the air, its front paws on its hips, its cheeks puffed out like two little steamed buns, and it was glaring fiercely at the two-legged beast in front of it with its dark purple beady eyes.

The meaning in his eyes is very clear!

You, confess honestly!

Where did you go gallivanting this afternoon?

It's so late to come back, it's made its owner unhappy!

Without an explanation, you won't get near my master today!

Yan Yu's gaze swept coldly across its puffed-up furry face.

He didn't even twitch his eyebrows.

Yan Yu leaned down without hesitation, his tall, hot body covering the rat, his domineering aura instantly enveloping both of them.

"Squeak—!"

Caught in the middle, Little White only had time to let out a squeal of pain as it was flattened. Its furry little face was instantly squeezed into a round, flat pancake, and it saw stars.

He was born in the Year of the Rat and died at the age of 102.

Yan Yu completely ignored Xiao Bai, who was pretending to be dead.

His burning lips, trembling slightly with urgency, landed precisely on the girl's slightly pouting pink lips.

At first, it was just a light peck.

It's like savoring the most precious honey in the world, gentle yet restrained.

But that soft touch and that sweet scent instantly ignited the longing he had suppressed all afternoon.

The man's kiss suddenly became intense and passionate.

He held the back of her head with one hand and wrapped his other arm tightly around her slender waist, pulling the girl into his embrace without leaving any gap.

With irresistible force, his tongue pried open her pearly teeth, plunging deep inside and greedily sucking every bit of sweetness from her mouth.