Why Are Things So Complicated Nowadays

Hearing his son warning him not to touch his woman in such a serious manner, Zhou Yao slowly shifted his gaze.

At this moment, he was lazily leaning against the headboard of the bed. The black shirt was loose on his body. There were only two fastened buttons on the shirt, faintly revealing his bronze-colored muscular chest and the Adonis belt near his waist. The bed was too small, so his two long legs could not stretch out straight, so they were bent. However, he only wore a pair of shorts. The sharp outline of the bulge in the shorts was obvious.

Zhou Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at his son. His hair was still wet and he looked lazy. "What did you say? I'm not allowed to... touch her. If... I touch her, so what?"

He stretched out his long arm and touched Bai Qi's face.

Zhou Sileng turned his head and saw his daddy touching his woman's face. He immediately turned his head and said angrily, "Daddy, you're too annoying!"