Beiming Han's gaze fell directly on the little girl. Gu Qingxin had just taken a bath, her long hair draped over her shoulders, emanating a pleasant fragrance.
"Help me undo my tie." Beiming Han closed the door as he turned.
Gu Qingxin, "..."
Now Beiming Han hardly slept on the third floor, squeezing into this small room with her every day.
Gu Qingxin walked up to him, raised her hand, and helped him undo his tie...
Her waist was grasped by his large hand, the man lowered his head and kissed her lips. He took off his tie and tied Gu Qingxin's hands behind her, then he pushed her onto the small bed...
Although Beiming Han wasn't too harsh, the tie he used to bind her still chafed her wrist red.
The little girl lay there with a disgruntled expression, refusing to talk to him.
Suddenly, her wrist felt cold. Gu Qingxin raised her hand and found the slightly broken watch.
She flipped it over and saw that the broken paint had been repaired, leaving no sign of being smashed.
