The Great Master Yin was usually the one to do the commanding; since when had anyone commanded him? It was only this wretch who dared to do it.
Despite this thought, the Great Master Yin still picked up a blanket obediently and even placed it over her stomach for her.
He was used to setting the air-conditioning at a low temperature, and thus, it was on full blast in this room. He thought for a while and decided to increase the temperature a little, worried that she might catch a cold.
Now comfortable, the girl rubbed her face against the pillow, and hugging the bolster, she drifted into a peaceful nap.
Yin Shaojie squatted beside the sofa and couldn't help but study her face. Her soft and exquisite skin looked as smooth as a baby's, and her pores were practically non-existent. It was tempting to kiss her skin.