His eyes were dark, and he felt that the fire within him had burned all the way to his lower abdomen.
"Xiaoqiao, come back to me, will you..." Fu Lingfeng murmured softly.
Fu Lingfeng kissed her while hurriedly pulling off her nightgown.
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*
In the morning, the sunshine was bright.
She had lain in bed a long while before getting up.
Huo Jingting had already gone to work. She sat up, reached out to touch her lips, remembering that he seemed to have kissed her before leaving for work.
Perhaps the simplest form of happiness is just this?
Once a person has feelings, opening your heart isn't hard, and in just a few days, she had gradually accepted him and gotten used to him.
The injury on her foot was a sprain, nothing serious, and it was healing well with timely medication.
She found some clothes to change into and went to the bathroom, standing before the sink, staring at the radiant face in the mirror, slightly stunned.
