C1217 Liao Hua Called

The next morning, Lee Yun awoke to a faint scent reminiscent of milk, accompanied by a similar sensation on his left arm.

"Yao, my little wife, are you up?" he murmured.

Gently extracting his arm, Lee Yun shook his head in resignation and pulled the blanket over her bare shoulder.

His beloved Yao was deep in slumber