Ning Xixi was stunned.
She understood Ji Yebai very well, just as Ji Yebai understood her.
He was not a man who made promises lightly; once he made one, he would keep it at all costs.
Unbeknownst to herself, her eyes reddened.
She said, "Thank you, Yebai."
Ji Yebai frowned with his handsome eyebrows, "Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for making me feel loved."
Making me feel, in this world, I am not alone.
You are the long night, the lamplight, the hope, the reliance.
You are Erxi's Yebai.
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Home of Ning Jingshen and Lu Qinghe.
"Old Ning, I've prepared a bath for you, go soak and relieve some fatigue," Lu Qinghe winked ambiguously at Ning Jingshen.
A bath, between them, was a codeword for intimacy.
Previously, Ning Jingshen was quite enthusiastic about it, guessing it was due to the repression during the years Song Weiyang was dead.
