C1125 To Spar or to Vent One's Anger

"Of course, it was us who gave you a decree afterwards."

"..."

Xiaoyu was fast asleep by night.

Dongfang Yexuan turned his head to see Xiaoyu sleeping soundly. One of her feet was still on his lap and her hand was hanging on his chest.

Lifting the blanket, he gently lifted it, put it away, covered it again. With a smile