Not until they reached the bedroom doorway.
The imported Southeast Asian nanmu door was kicked open by Yun Mo with a loud bang.
The two of them entwined each other as they entered, even without turning the lights on, the dim moonlight shone in through the large windows, casting a peaceful yet mysterious glow over the room.
"I was out of the country for a week, then for the past two or three days since I've returned, we were in a bad mood with each other," Yun Mo tossed Qiaoqiao into the middle of the bed, gently laying himself on her, "Now that we've finally reconciled, do you really think I can let you off so easily?"
The alluring attraction of his voice reverberated throughout the quiet bedroom.
The misty echo of his words enveloped her ears intimately.
She slowly closed her eyes, leaning forward to kiss him on her own.
...
More than half an hour later.
Qiao Xiaon'an nestled against Yun Mo's chest, listening to the still vigorously pounding heartbeat.
