Qin Jingchen buttoned his shirt in just a second, then turned to look at Jiang Zhe, who was still eyes closed.
It seemed he really had worn her out.
He would truly need to restrain himself in the future.
Qin Jingchen gently closed the door behind him and headed to the kitchen to prepare.
When Jiang Zhe smelled the aroma, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and came out, her slender limbs peeking from the robe.
The collarbone revealed at the neckline was dotted with little red marks.
Qin Jingchen's gaze locked onto those marks, recalling the satisfaction from earlier, then suddenly felt it wasn't enough.
Jiang Zhe tightened her bathrobe and asked, "What are we eating?"
As she spoke, she realized her voice was even huskier than Qin Jingchen's had been just now.
Had she really made any noise earlier?
Qin Jingchen smiled and handed her a cup of warm honey water, "First, take care of your throat."
