Drawing a French Song

Jun Shiling hurriedly caught Xia Wanyuan, pulled her into his arms, and stroked her hair.

"Can I apply to sleep in the master bedroom? I can't sleep without you."

"Mm," Xia Wanyuan replied softly.

The joy in Jun Shiling's eyes instantly rose. He picked Xia Wanyuan up by the waist. "Let's go to sleep."

Finally, he successfully returned to the master bedroom. Jun Shiling placed her on the bed and lay down himself. Feeling the warmth in his arms, Jun Shiling kissed Xia Wanyuan in satisfaction. "Madam, can you not chase me out next time?"

Xia Wanyuan hugged Jun Shiling's waist and leaned on his chest. She finally felt sleepy. "The next time you torture me every day, go and sleep in the guest room."

Jun Shiling's grip on Xia Wanyuan tightened. "Then one less time every day in the future?"

Someone pinched his waist, and the corners of Jun Shiling's lips curled up. "Okay, okay, okay. Sleep. I'll try to control myself in the future."