Li Xiaoyun felt her face heat up from Zhao Dingli's kiss, leaving her weakly nestled in his arms, unable to muster any strength.
In a daze, she vaguely sensed Zhao Dingli holding her, rapidly retreating.
With only a sliver of awareness remaining, Li Xiaoyun silently thought that Zhao Dingli's actions were meant to lower her defenses and anxiety, weren't they?
Living with Zhao Dingli really made her feel like her intelligence was constantly being highlighted as insufficient.
Always feeling like a fool.
This was Li Xiaoyun's last thought.
Beyond that point, she couldn't think of anything.
Zhao Dingli placed her on the bed, pressing her into his embrace.
Just as Ye Fei said, Li Xiaoyun didn't even have time to consider whether she looked good or if her attire was appropriate.
Before she could react, Zhao Dingli had already made her dizzy.
The only thing Li Xiaoyun could remember was Zhao Dingli's impressive endurance.
