Wrapped around her graceful body.
In the air came a murmuring voice, as if she were talking to herself:
"…Alright, alright, you kid aren't small, okay."
To be honest, he really wasn't small.
**
The next day.
When Wen Yu woke up still in a daze, he only felt his head heavy and his neck incredibly sore.
Especially the back of his neck, it was as if someone had struck it, turning his head left or right was uncomfortable.
In the living room.
On the spacious leather sofa, Ruan Yiyi, still wrapped in a white robe, sat on the sofa, examining several contracts.
Her long hair was gently tucked behind her ear, revealing her delicate profile.
Next to the living room, in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, the white curtains swayed gently, golden sunlight pouring in from outside, spilling onto the marble tiles.
"Click—"
The sound of the guestroom door opening was heard, footsteps emanating from within.
Ruan Yiyi's hand, holding a Montblanc pen, instinctively paused.
