in the master bedroom, only one floor lamp was on.
all song qincheng could see was the man's stiff shirt and shoulders. at that moment, she suddenly couldn't tell if she was in a movie or in reality.
as she smelled the familiar scent on yu tingchuan's body, she felt as if she had fallen into an ethereal state of mind.
she looked up at yu tingchuan.
yu tingchuan was also looking down at her.
a mature man's eyes, even if there were no ripples, could still make one's heart throb.
their eyes met, and song qincheng once again had the illusion that her thoughts were already exposed under the man's calm and confident gaze.
yu tingchuan's large hand brushed away the hair on the girl's face.
"are you leaving?" song qincheng asked.
"i'm not leaving. what time is it now?" yu tingchuan took out a lighter from his trousers and lit the cigarette. he exhaled a mouthful of smoke and asked her in a low voice, " "you want me to leave now?"
