Fever, uncomfortable_2
"It's her first time."
"Let her rest well."
Wang Ran reined in his inner wicked thoughts.
Silently, he watched over the sleeping Yiya, quietly waiting for her to wake up.
Time quickly advanced to the next day.
"Bad boy..."
At eight o'clock in the morning, Yiya woke up punctually under the influence of the [Biological Clock].
As a new bride, her cheeks were tinted with shy blushes, radiating an irresistible charm.
She pulled over a corner of the quilt to cover her body, but it only concealed her chest; her slender, off-the-shoulder neckline, long, straight legs, and lustrous, jade-like feet remained exposed to Wang Ran's gaze.
From top to bottom, Wang Ran gently caressed her legs, finally grasping her toes, softly playing with her toes.
"Ah!"
Yiya couldn't help but let out a piercing scream.
She quickly retracted under the quilt, leaving only a tuft of her jet-black hair outside.
"Stop it!"
"You're so bad! You don't feel sorry for me at all!"
"Mmph!"