[The male protagonist's blackening value is 50.] 】

With Chi Yao's meticulous companionship during this time, the blackening value of Yun Yan finally decreased.

However, no amount of company can only make his blackening value to this point.

The blackening value has not fluctuated in the past few days.

Looks like she's going to have to do something different.

Looking at the script on the side, Chi Yao's heart moved, and she couldn't help but have a plan.

In the middle of his thoughts, there was a soft knock on the door outside the study.

Chi Yao didn't answer, but the people outside the door didn't seem to be ready to wait for her to answer.

He pushed the door in, first looked around the bed, and when he saw the familiar figure, he couldn't help but smile.

He stepped forward skillfully and grabbed her shoulders as if he were holding her in his arms.

Full of possessiveness, he swears his exclusive sovereignty.

Tonight, though, she looked a little different.

As for the difference, he didn't even notice it for a while.

However, he seems to be more fascinated and obsessed with her tonight.

Chi Yao lay on the high stacked futon, and Qianqianyu looked at the book in her hand with her fingers.

The white fingertips look particularly slender in the candlelight.

She flipped slightly in his arms, just in time for the dark gaze under his eyes.

He put his finger on his chest and said in a somewhat complaining tone.

"It's been a long time since you've been with me."

The elongated tail note carried the unique softness of his daughter's family, which made the tip of his heart soften uncontrollably.

"You're going to compensate me!"

One of his hands tried to grasp her wrist, but she withdrew it in an instant.

The softness that he didn't have time to feel was withdrawn by her like this, which made him feel a little regretful.

He looked up at her in a low voice and asked, "How do you want compensation?" ”

Chi Yao blinked his eyes, his eyes glowing with moisture looking at him innocently and innocently.

"So... Let you tell me a story. ”

She pushed him away and sat cross-legged on the bed, the neckline of her stomach feeling a little messy.

Under the orange candlelight, the neckline that rises and falls with his breathing makes his eyes subconsciously stay.

"Good..."

A low and deep voice sounded softly, and he looked at the notebook in his hand, reading the words on it word by word.

It's obviously a bit out of line, but with the blessing of his lack of skills, it looks extraordinarily emotionless.

But Chi Yao didn't seem to care, and even listened to it with relish.

She nestled in Yun Yan's arms, her head resting lightly on his.

Listen to his slow heartbeat and his magnetic, low-pitched voice.

Yun Yan's eyes seemed to be on the script, but in fact, her mind had already been hooked by her.

Now he is just holding on to his remaining sanity and making him try to keep his calm.

But she was restless, writhing in her arms, turning her head from time to time to look at the notebook in his hand, and then commenting.

The soft body in his arms made him unable to completely maintain a calm mind.

He tossed the notebook aside in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand that were tightly clasping her wrists bulged, and the raised ribs were slender and distinct.

The tiara of his hair was tied up and the ends of his hair swayed with his movements.

A low voice rang out in the room, a heavy, gasping sound that was hard to ignore.

"Don't move, just move again..."

"What's that?"

She looked at him with teasing eyes, her hands free, fingertips gently running over his collar, and her eyes looked at him innocently.