chapter 1297 Not everyone can enter my Yan family.

It was late at night.

Mateo, bare-chested, sat at the edge of his bed.

Layla came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe, concealing her perfect curves. Every now and then, her movements made the bathrobe seem as if it would open any moment, but it stubbornly held its line.

As Layla dried her wet hair, she sat next to Mateo, placed the towel aside, and gently kneaded his shoulders with her delicate hands.

"What are you thinking about?" Layla asked softly.

Mateo...