He feared that if he lingered further, he would lose control of himself.
Jian Xi was different from the typical girl, too aloof and cold, putting even this reserved soldier in a position where he had to stoop to court her. But, he would never take advantage of a person when they're down.
He was a man with principles.
"Daddy, remember to come back…"
Behind him, Jian Xi murmured softly.
Nan Mufeng's intense passion threatened to spill over into rage. Why the 'daddy' again?!?
He turned to look at Jian Xi, his temples throbbing merrily.
Jian Xi was hugging the quilt with the posture of an octopus, already deep in slumber.
Nan Mufeng glared at her, and after a long while of futile staring, irritated, he left the bedroom to sleep on the couch.
She must have been drunk, slipping back into her childhood! So it seems, in her heart, she still held hopes for Qiao Yonghui.
Indeed, which child does not wish for their parent's love?
