Yiren retained the last shred of sanity and pushed Lu Ming away.
With the same excuse as yesterday: "Uncle, I'm so tired, let's wait until tomorrow!"
"..." Lu Ming looked at her drowsy and exhausted state, and kissed her forehead with pity.
"You stay still, I'll move!"
"..." Yiren speechlessly said, "Even if you move, it won't work. Let's just wait until tomorrow, I will definitely agree then."
Lu Ming did not make it difficult for her anymore and embraced his beloved little woman to sleep.
The next morning, Yiren had specifically set an alarm.
But her tendency to oversleep hadn't improved at all.
The sunlight outside the window had already shone on her buttocks. When her phone rang for the third time, Yiren finally woke up.
Yiren was too lazy to move, feeling soft all over.
She suddenly felt a surge of formidable energy but struggled to get out of the bed.
