He turned around again and turned off the bedside lamp.
In an instant, the large room fell into darkness, leaving only the cold moonlight shining through the window.
It was quiet and beautiful.
Rong Zhan took off his towel and hugged her tightly. Looking at her sleeping face, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently. He muttered affectionately, " Huahua, my precious wife, I love you.
The voice was low and charming.
After saying that, Rong Zhan found a comfortable position and buried his face in her fragrant neck, falling asleep.
The night was quiet. She did not know when, but sang Xia felt that the man beside her had fallen asleep. She slowly opened her eyes.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at how Rong Zhan was sticking to her, and her lips slowly curved up.
What was he suspecting?
