Su Li lifted her eyelids to look at him, then yawned and snuggled into the bed, stretching comfortably, her eyes gradually closing.
The hand placed under the thin white quilt was gently held by Feng Huaijin.
Su Li's breathing gradually became steady, and that pale face gradually turned rosy, like a red apple.
Feng Huaijin leaned down slightly and kissed her on the cheek.
She seemed to have fallen asleep, and Feng Huaijin carefully withdrew his hand, walking slowly towards the door.
Feng Huaijin stood in the center of the presidential suite's living room, gazing down at his attire, his brow suddenly furrowing!
It looked really unsightly!
On such a memorable day, how could he be dressed like this?
The suit was dirty and torn, with the cuff buttons lost during the earlier fight. It was simply a nightmare...
