Hearing what Mrs. Ou said, little Luoluo pursed his lips slightly.
Suddenly, as if throwing a tantrum, he slipped out of his mother's arms and ran out all on his own.
"Luoluo..." Mrs. Ou quickly put down the storybook and her gaze followed the little one.
What's wrong with this child?
Was it because she had just said something bad about Xia Xiyan, so he's upset with her?
...
Nighttime.
Xia Mansion.
Xia Zhiyun had a dream, one that brought her back more than ten years ago, to that night in Country S.
That tall and noble man had her pinned beneath him.
His scalding breath roamed all over her body, his unending kisses brushing over every sensitive spot on her skin.
The man's deep gasps seemed to echo right next to her ear.
While holding her tightly and thrusting, he bit her ear and called out her name again and again, "Susan, Susan..."
"Ah—" Xia Zhiyun jolted awake, sitting upright in bed, her pupils constricted tightly.
