Back at Xia Bing's place, Zhao Yang quietly pushed the bedroom door, surprisingly, it wasn't locked...
That got Zhao Yang wondering.
Was she not planning on guarding against him, or...
Forget it, the most likely possibility was that Xia Bing hadn't gotten out of bed since Zhao Yang left the room...
The door gently opened with a push, Xia Bing lay under the covers, sleeping very peacefully, seemingly in a sound sleep.
Now it was only a little past four in the morning. Zhao Yang quietly closed the door, then went to the sofa to take a nap, but ended up sleeping until seven in the morning.
Upon opening his eyes, Zhao Yang saw Xia Bing, wearing her robe, walking past him.
This robe was one of those silk robes under which Xia Bing's enchanting figure was perfectly outlined.
However, the most important thing wasn't this; suddenly, Zhao Yang had an illusion that he was sleeping at home, and the person in front of him was his gentle wife, a feeling that was utterly dreamlike!
