This is her boudoir! Yet it's become a place Pei Chenyang can come and go freely.
No need to say, Zhao Mengmeng knew it was mom playing tricks behind the scenes.
Is she the one who's her mom's darling daughter, or is Pei Chenyang her mom's real son?
"It doesn't matter," Pei Chenyang said as he stroked her hair.
"Who allowed you to get handsy?" Zhao Mengmeng was furious, this man was getting more and more outrageous.
"Fine, I'll stop. Happy now?" Pei Chenyang obediently withdrew his hand.
After all, there's plenty of time in the future, he had all the time in the world to build rapport with Zhao Mengmeng.
Getting "handsy" was just one aspect of it, making Zhao Mengmeng get used to his touch unconsciously.
"Tutu, my good girl, come here." Pei Chenyang crooked his finger, Tutu could already recognize his voice, turned her head, her eyes gleaming as she grinned.
Tutu was so excited that she drooled, her bib and Zhao Mengmeng's bed were a sight to behold.
