In the bedroom, the soft light filled the room, illuminating Yun Qiao and his partner.
He bent his fingers and tucked a loose strand behind her ear.
She, on the other hand, wrinkled her nose and took a sniff, then laughed.
"Hmm, there's a strong scent of vinegar here, it's sour. It's funny to see the young master Yun showing such jealousy towards his own daughter."
"You only care about our daughter." He was indeed jealous, his arms entrapping her, his rough hand ravished by the wind and sand was already under her clothing. He leaned in her ear and said ambiguously, "Do you know how much I miss you all day and all night, over and over?"
Just this sequence of sweet nothings was enough to make Qiaoqiao dizzy.
It was as if she had been lifted into the heavens, and was being pampered like a fairy tale.
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In the end...
Qiaoqiao stretched her hand out from the blanket, grabbed the phone from the bedside table.
She looked at the time, it was already past midnight.
