For some reason, not being able to hug Amo in person and say goodbye, Qiao Xiaon'an felt a sense of loss in her heart.
In the past, every time he came, before leaving this room, she would hug him and peck him all over his face before letting him leave.
It seemed that in this brief separation, kisses and hugs had become a habit.
She opened the door, trying to catch a glimpse of Amo, but there was no one in the hallway leading to her restaurant.
How disappointing.
After closing the door, she turned around to go back to the bathroom to tighten the tap that was left open.
Just as she reached the bathroom doorway, the moment she stepped in, she was embraced from behind.
Looking up, she saw Amo's ambiguous smile, "Amo, you didn't leave?"
A soft laugh escaped his breath, "I came specifically to see you, how could I leave just like that?"
Holding her, he strode towards the bedroom.
