The next morning, Xu Qi 'an woke up in high spirits. The person beside him was no longer there, and the fragrance of a woman remained in the quilt.
He supported his body with his weak limbs, as if he had just finished a one-kilometer run test and his muscles were sore the next morning.
I overslept again ... However, I'm excusable for being late, I'm here to investigate a case."
Xu Qi 'an sat cross-legged and started breathing, relieving the fatigue of his cells and allowing his body to recover to its peak at the fastest speed.
After only two circulations, his sore muscles regained their vitality.
"Squeak ~"
The door of the boudoir was pushed open, and she came in with her personal maidservant, dragging the fragrance of her dress. Her black hair was tied up high, decorated with expensive jewelry, and her beautiful white face was a little Haggard.
Her eyes were still red and swollen from crying.
