In the room, red candles flickered, sweet scents of fresh flowers filled the air, and wrapped around his neck was the person he loved most... If he could still resist at a moment like this, then he wasn't a man!
He stood up, walked around the crystal table, and fiercely picked up Ye Qingci, carrying her towards the bedroom inside.
He was thankful his wife had probably requested the best room to elevate the standard of the meal she was inviting him for, which not only had a dining area but also a bedroom.
He carried Ye Qingci and kicked open the bedroom door.
The red silk curtains were warm.
After a while, Jian Shichu bent down to kiss her, then carried her to the bathroom to take a bath.
After bathing, he wrapped Ye Qingci in his embrace, closed his eyes, and without much of a process, fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Ye Qingci awoke and, thinking of last night, buried her face in the blanket like an ostrich, unwilling to face reality.
