Yan Qianyi was puzzled.
Why did he suddenly like being pricked by needles so much?
And the way he was asking to be pricked with needles made him look like a child who was not getting what he wanted.
She glanced at the time and helplessly said, "Then let's go upstairs."
Unexpectedly, he was a little demon even when he was awake.
Thinking about having to get up early for class tomorrow, Yan Qianyi sighed miserably.
Thinking about the temptations she would have to endure in a while, she almost wished she could faint on the spot.
Once they were in the bedroom, Mu Yunlie immediately stripped off his clothes and lay on the bed.
There was a small glint of anticipation in his eyes, as he watched her intently, as if he was about to do something very enjoyable.
Yan Qianyi felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
His gaze was fiery, like a flame, making her whole body heat up.
"Close your eyes, stop staring at me like that," Yan Qianyi said.
