Today, he seemed to be in a bad mood. Although they were intimate for a while, it didn't go any further.
Then, without taking a shower, he just held her and fell asleep.
She was used to the scent he carried in his embrace.
The smell on him, the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the melody of his breathing were like a comforting hypnosis song.
She quickly fell asleep.
In the night, she felt a bit cold, "He Yingdong, hold me!"
She murmured, but no one responded.
The entire bedroom was empty, even his breathing was gone.
Startled, she opened her eyes.
Only a small night light was on in the bedroom, its faint orange glow spilling dimly into every corner.
Although the view wasn't as clear as in the daytime, it was easy to see that He Yingdong was no longer there.
Is he in the study?
She got out of bed, put on slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.
Reaching the first floor, she saw the old butler coming in from outside, the cool moonlight trailing behind him.
