After taking a bath, they crawled into bed and made a little noise before Tan Zhenghong finally rolled up the bedding and moved to the new room.
Separation is a very normal thing, yet Tan Zhenghong managed to make it seem particularly tragic.
Is it that serious? Isn't it just for ten days?
Qiao Duo'er chuckled softly, then she also went to bed to sleep.
But she hadn't anticipated that she'd spectacularly suffer from insomnia, feeling the emptiness beside her and even a slight chill.
Qiao Duo'er irritably messed with her hair. She was addicted, to a poison named Tan Zhenghong.
After a while, Li Clan's scolding could be heard again, making Qiao Duo'er toss and turn even more.
In another bedroom in the west wing, Li Clan was furious. Having finished the two-month confinement, Tan Zhongzhong was eager to get intimate.
But no matter how eager he was, it was useless because after much effort, that part was still limp, showing no sign of life.
