This night, Qiao Ruoxin slept very peacefully, not waking up until daylight flooded the room.
When she opened her eyes, the man beside her had once again disappeared.
Suddenly, she saw Mo Chen walking out of the walk-in closet, and her sleep-laden eyes instantly brightened with spirit.
So he hadn't left...
Mo Chen was wearing a spotlessly white shirt with black suit trousers, as he picked up his tie and draped it under the shirt collar.
"Little Ghost, come over and help me with my tie."
Qiao Ruoxin lazily got out of bed and walked towards the man's tall figure.
She walked on the carpet with bare feet, and the man frowned in displeasure, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
She smiled slightly, "I couldn't wait to tie your tie."
At that moment, Qiao Ruoxin only wore a strapped nightgown, with her long hair loose and messy, yet her expression was serious as she helped him with the tie.
"I'll tie you a Windsor knot," she said.
"Mm."
