"Why should I be angry?" Le Yao reached out and hugged Nangong Jue's waist. "What you're doing is great. Hubby, I'm actually proud of you, but remember, you still owe me a wedding and the rest of your life. Therefore, your safety is the most important at any time. If anything happens to you, I'll remarry immediately. I mean what I say."
That night, Nangong Jue didn't even care about Le Yao's stamina and begging for mercy. They did it until dawn. He looked like he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. He didn't let her go until Le Yao fell completely unconscious.
When Le Yao woke up, she realized that her surroundings were already empty, and there was no warmth at all. It was obvious that he had left long ago. There was a note on the bedhead, handwritten by Nangong Jue. He told her that he had left and asked her to take good care of herself. He would call her when he was free. In addition, he had already helped her take a day off.
