The marks he left on Qiao Xiaomai's body wouldn't fade for three to five days, yet miraculously, as soon as she slept, the imprints on Xiaomai's body would disappear.
She was like a true vixen, drawing his Yang energy to nourish herself.
Still, even if she were a vixen, he accepted it.
He loved her.
Yet, he was still determined to witness this miraculous process with his own eyes.
"Fine, you keep your eyes open then, I can't take it anymore, I need to sleep," Xiaomai's eyelids wouldn't stay open, and after speaking, she found a comfortable position in his arms and instantly fell asleep.
With gentle movements, Tong Sanlang pressed a kiss to her red lips, holding her, keeping his eyes open, truly not planning to sleep.
But as good as his intentions were, sticking to them proved to be quite difficult.
The sound of Qiao Xiaomai's steady breathing enveloped him in exhaustion like a tide.
He tried hard to keep his eyes open, even sitting up in an attempt to stay awake.
