Qiao Mei buried her head in Xia Zhe's chest out of embarrassment. Xia Zhe tenderly supported Qiao Mei's waist with one hand and gently held Qiao Mei's head with the other hand.
"Go, go, go! Why are you making a fuss! Hurry up and get to work! Don't you want to rest!" Xia Zhe shouted as his ears turned red.
It was dark and no one could see Xia Zhe's expression or whether he was blushing. Only Qiao Mei knew that Xia Zhe's body temperature was ridiculously high.
Zheng Yuan decided to imprint this image in her heart. Their lovey-dovey behavior was like a sharp blade stabbing into Zheng Yuan's heart, repeatedly cutting open a wound that could not heal, torturing her forever.
"I should be the one in his arms. Why is it you?" Zheng Yuan muttered to herself.
