If he remembered correctly, An Ziqing had personally admitted that her mother was in Denmark.
And the Yak Family is the symbol of power in Denmark.
"Young master, I've already added a sleeping pill to the water Miss An drank."
Ling Chuan stood inside the room, looking at the woman on the bed, his eyes slightly fluctuating.
"How much did you add?" He leaned over and tucked her delicate white arm under the covers.
"Enough to ensure she doesn't wake up tonight!" the butler said.
Ling Chuan gently caressed her cheek with his fingers, noticing her rosy complexion, a proud smile playing on his lips.
Even without the sleeping pill, she probably wouldn't wake up tonight.
It seems that the blank years need to be compensated for all at once.
Every night, he missed her painfully.
Sleeping next to her, he truly felt blissful.
He could tell she felt the same.
Bending down, he left a kiss on her cheek, eyes full of affection, "An Ziqing, sweet dreams!"
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