She stood by the sofa to watch as he rested. After a moment of deliberation, she returned to the bedroom to retrieve a thin blanket, laying it over him gently.
Li Nanheng kept his eyes shut without responding. She sat down on the carpet in front of him and raised her eyes to watch the man who seemed preoccupied with his thoughts. She asked: "Boss, are you in a bad mood?"
The man did not respond.
"Is there something on your mind?"
He still did not respond.
Feng Ling's thoughts drifted, could it be that he had a headache after drinking?
She was about to stand up and head behind the sofa to attempt a head massage when the man abruptly spoke up with a slightly hoarse voice: "Feng Ling, do you like me?"
The young woman sitting on the carpet still had the fresh kiss marks he left on her neck. Although she had tidied up her clothes, they still appeared slightly messy.
