771 Because She Is Nian Xiaomu

When Yu Yuehan walked towards her and poked her delicate little face, all she did was pout her lips.

Turning around, she continued sleeping.

"You heartless little rascal," said Yu Yuehan fondly.

He lowered his head to give her delicate face a peck and left the room.

When he walked into the living room, the butler was carrying a pot of freshly-prepared sobering tea. The butler walked toward him and poured him a cup.

Wisps of white steam rose before his eyes from the cup of boiling hot tea.

Yu Yuehan stared at the sobering tea in front of him. The scene of Nian Xiaomu sitting on the sofa with Xiao Liuliu in her embrace, coaxing her to sleep, flashed across his mind.

The gentleness in her gaze had not changed since she had gone for the interview at the Yu Family's villa.

She also had Xiao Liuliu in her arms then. Sitting on the sofa in the living room, she was very gently changing a wound dressing for Xiao Liuliu.