Ye Fan looked at Ling Qingzhu resting quietly in his arms, his fingertips gently playing with her waterfall-like dark hair, while his left hand wandered restlessly across her waist.
"Mm..." Ling Qingzhu let out a soft murmur, her eyes hazy as she raised her head and caught that mischievous hand, her voice carrying a lazy, petulant spoiledness, "Let me sleep a little longer."
With that, she buried her head back into Ye Fan's warm chest, her long eyelashes casting delicate shadows against her pale skin.
Chapter 172