At dawn the next day, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
The faint sound of birds chirping drifted from a garden hundreds of meters away, slipping through the crack in the window and into Chen Yansen's ears.
The previous night was June 17th, the day before the 618 Shopping Festival. He had worked late at the Science and Technology Park until midnight and couldn't be bothered to go back to Delta to sleep alone, so he had Xiaoli drive him to the residential complex where Ye Qiuping lived.
President Chen opened his eyes slightly, finding a bright and beautiful woman lying in his arms.
Master Ye's hair was tousled, her mature beauty tinged with a hint of playful innocence. Her skin was snow-white and seemed as if it would release moisture at the slightest touch, smooth and delicate like satin.
The air was filled with a milky fragrance!
Chen Yansen lay with his eyes open, not planning to get up. He reached a hand under the blanket.
"Boss, don't," Ye Qiuping murmured sleepily.
