Ye Jiuliang remained silent, holding him tightly for a moment.
Afterward, she let go of her hands.
"Hurry up and go; I want to play games with Anuo."
Just when she was about to step out of his embrace, a warm large hand pulled her back into his arms, and Ye Jiuliang's face showed surprise.
"Little Wolf, it's not a good habit to say one thing and mean another," a low and magnetic voice rose near her ear, with a hint of laughter in it.
"Don't stay up too late playing games; go to sleep early."
Ye Jiuliang looked up, "Who is saying..."
She was about to argue when suddenly her lips felt a pressure.
The man's exquisite handsome face loomed close, and looking into his deep, dark eyes, Ye Jiuliang curved her lips into a smile.
Late at night, it was natural for Li Mochan not to let Ye Jiuliang see him out. He stopped her at the door to her room.
"Don't kick the blankets off when you sleep at night, and remember to keep the heating on," he instructed with concern.
