The wind picked up in the night, scattering the clouds, and the moon gradually appeared. Its cold light spilled down, slowly brightening the inky-black night.
Mr. Gu placed one hand on the back of Qiao Yuxian's head, gently stroking and comforting her, yet with each kiss, he became increasingly deep.
After a long while, Mr. Gu withdrew his hand from her pants and kissed the corners of her lips tenderly a few times.
Qiao Yuxian listened to him take a deep breath.
Mr. Gu then kissed her eyelids and, swallowing his throat, said in a hoarse voice, "Go wash up in a bit. Are you okay sleeping alone tonight?"
Qiao Yuxian clutched tightly at his robe.
The front of the robe was all pulled apart by her.
She lowered her gaze, her face flushed, and nodded obediently.
She was so obedient that Mr. Gu felt if he looked a moment longer, he might not be able to leave.
So he kissed her cheek once more, got up, and sat up straight.
