Yan Luoxi didn't respond to his confession and seemed to be drunk and confused. She leaned against him and hummed, "Headache, hubby, massage it."
Li Yeqi's heart was filled with tenderness that turned into gentleness around her finger. He lifted his hand and gently pressed her temples, his voice full of affection, "You know you have a headache, yet you still drink. I can't control you now."
Yan Luoxi didn't say anything further, and soon fell asleep nestled in his arms.
Li Yeqi held her while sitting on the swing, fearing that the night breeze would make her head hurt, but he didn't want to move. How much longer would they have such intimate time together? As his investigation deepened, how long could their world remain calm?
In the quiet of night, a car slowly drove into the Mo Family villa. The car stopped, and out stepped a tall man with long legs. He was travel-worn and walked briskly into the villa.
