After a long month abroad, Zhong Feng finally returned to his Westend penthouse. He felt exhausted after the long and eventful trip. Moreover, he had accelerated his work so that he could return home quickly. He did not like being away. Unlike before, he had someone waiting for him.
When he entered the house, he immediately saw the curled up figure on the white couch. He closed the door softly, placed his suitcase aside and walked to her. This silly girl… He had told her that he would probably come back late in the night and still she waited for him. He could not help feeling moved by the gesture.
He leaned in and looked at the familiar adorable face. Her plumb cheeks had a healthy pinkish tint, and her long black lashes accentuated her doll-like appearance. Her soft plumb lips had a reddish colour and were parted in a relaxed manner as she slept.
