That night, He Yingdong didn't know what kind of stimulus he had received.
It seemed that no matter what he did, it was never enough!
The next morning, she woke up very early.
At that time, He Yingdong was still sound asleep.
Last night must have exhausted him, which is why he was so relaxed in sleep...
A ray of morning light filtered through the window, filling the bedroom with warmth and tranquility. His sleeping face looked so handsome.
Quietly, she tiptoed out of bed, silently squatting on the floor to pick up the clothes scattered around.
Standing at the doorway, she glanced back at him silently.
I'm sorry, He Yingdong, I still can't continue down this path with you.
After a long while, she dressed, quietly opened the bedroom door, then gently closed it, and descended the stairs barefoot.
Back in her own bedroom, Li Jiaqi started packing her things.
