A night of passion.
The next morning when they woke up, Miao Ruoruo's slender fingers playfully drew circles on Ling Feng's chest, neither of them speaking, but occasionally exchanging sweet smiles after catching each other's eyes.
These tender moments were rather rare, so both of them cherished them greatly.
However, time flew by too quickly, and before they knew it, it was already nine in the morning. Miao Ruoruo spoke up, "I need to go back, there's urgent production work waiting for me today!"
"After the New Year, why don't you just move your business center to my Shiliu Village?" Ling Feng said, holding her shoulder and reluctant to let go. "That way, we won't have to be apart anymore."
Miao Ruoruo smiled sweetly, "I'd like that, but I've already invested so much, and I haven't recovered the costs yet. How can I leave?"
