Three days later.
The night had already fallen, and Han Yi sat on the sofa.
Holding tea in both hands, she watched the television screen.
The tea in her hands had already cooled, and she had no interest in what was playing on TV.
"Baby, it's so late, we should go to bed..."
Tingxuan hugged her from behind, gently kissing her ear.
His kisses were light and dense, carrying a warmth she was addicted to.
She closed her eyes, feeling countless little feathers brushing lightly against her heart.
She gently murmured, as if his encouragement made him bolder.
For a moment, she almost lost control.
With him, she was always unable to control herself.
Always unwittingly infatuated.
He gently held her, heading to the bedroom. After all, it wasn't very convenient in the TV room since Mother and Father Gong often appeared unexpectedly.
She suddenly sobered up, a few hints of intoxicating blush on her cheeks, her eyes somewhat dazed.
