(The previous chapter was blocked and is being revised; please continue reading the subsequent parts for now.)
Peering through the crack of the door,
Xiao Long was seen lying in the bathtub, with his right leg casually draped over the rim.
His left hand held a cigarette while his right gripped a cellphone, looking quite at ease.
This lazy posture was somewhat characteristic of the man of the house.
And Xiao Mei, standing at the door, just watched quietly, feeling not embarrassed but rather suddenly blissful.
Although Ruoruo was not her biological child, she had always treated her as if she were.
But a home with only a mother and daughter felt incomplete, thus, she had always hoped for a man to complete the family.
When that happened, the man would be busy outside while she managed the household chores.
At dusk, when the man returned from work and the daughter from school, the family of three would dine, play, and frolic together.
