Li Zaijun was initially heartbroken and distressed, thinking that the child was his, but to his surprise, the child turned out not to be his.
Added to his longing and reluctance, he was pressed down on the sofa by her strong will, and even though he resisted, he couldn't overcome her and eventually had to yield to her.
He was naturally tall and sturdy, while she was a petite and delicate young girl, inexperienced and naive.
It was truly like trying to fit a 0.7 mm pencil lead into a 0.5 mm pencil.
The intricacies of it were complex and intriguing.
In the living room, the large floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the entire bustling city, with streams of vehicles and lights from thousands of homes twinkling together with the stars in the night sky, forming a magnificent scene.
At that moment, on that floor-to-ceiling window, two figures on the sofa were faintly reflected.
