Time can feel short or very long. By the time everything ended, it was already evening in France.
At this moment, outside the villa in the outskirts where Xie Qikan was staying, faint neon lights began to flicker. The golden hues swirled delicately, creating an atmosphere of romance and ethereal beauty. They made the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom look even more enchanting.
"Honey, I can't believe you didn't faint."
Xie Qikan gently pulled Yuan Xiaoxiao into his embrace. The two of them were wrapped in a blanket, yet the little woman's smooth shoulders and the man's seductively well-defined muscles stood out even more, vivid and flawless.
Xie Qikan's lips curved into a playful smile. His large foot lightly brushed against Yuan Xiaoxiao's small one, tracing with an ambiguous intimacy. His low, rich voice, tinged with indulgent affection, sounded indistinctly different.
Yuan Xiaoxiao glared softly at Xie Qikan, unwilling to move and too shy to react.
