Yang Peimin agreed with the suggestion, as she also had a habit of napping in the afternoon.
She changed into a tank top and shorts, let down her hair, and sat on the bed.
Shen Yiguang, without her noticing when, had tossed aside the broken chair and came up behind her.
Yang Peimin tugged at him, "Stop it, it's never just once with you. Will I even be presentable for later?"
Shen Yiguang's breathing became heavier, but he stopped what he was doing and gently embraced her, sighing into her ear, "Minmin, you have to believe in my self-control. This is to make up for last night, just one time."
Yang Peimin snorted in disbelief, "I'd sooner believe pigs can climb trees!"
His credibility had already been exhausted by his previous actions.
