C138 Repeated Dreams

"Lie still." Zhang Miaoran rubbed his nose and looked down at Lin Xi condescendingly.

"Yes." Lin Xi was a bit embarrassed at first, but she was relieved when she saw Zhang Mingran's calm expression.

As the smell of incense filled the room, Lin Xi quickly fell asleep.

Zhang Ming looked at Lin Xi's smooth and clean body, and his hand slid up her flat lower abdomen little by little