Aunt Qiao stood there in a daze for a few seconds. She blinked and went into the kitchen to continue cleaning.
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Su Ruowan walked into the bedroom on the second floor and threw her bag aside. She took off her slippers and lay down on the soft sofa with her eyes closed.
After a while, a series of steady footsteps came in. Su Ruowan opened her eyes and saw Jing Muchen looking at her with a playful expression. There seemed to be a little smug on his face.
Su Ruowan glared at him and continued to close her eyes.
The sofa cushion under her sank slightly, and a familiar masculine scent came over. Her left hand, which was hanging by her side, was held by a warm hand. Then, her hand was slightly raised, and a tingling sensation came from the back of her hand.
Su Ruowan endured for a long time. In the end, she couldn't hold it in anymore. She opened her eyes and said," It's so itchy! Let me go!"
