In the bathroom, the air was humid. The temperature in the room was extremely high.
The man's low breathing mixed with the woman's soft voice. Damp clothes scattered the floor.
After some time, Qiao Yu finally let Xia Ning go. Seeing the sleepy person in his arms, his heart ached a little. But more importantly, he felt satisfied. Only when she could completely belong to him could he feel at ease.
He turned on the showerhead and showered her. He carried her to the guest room and put her on the bed.
The bed was tiny and there was a single bed. Qiao Yu laid Xia Ning on it and squeezed himself up. He held Xia Ning in his arms and they could barely fall asleep.
Qiao Yu took a look at the woman in his arms. He curled his lips and closed his eyes happily. This was his happiest birthday.
