He looked down at the sleeping Song Qiao and could still see the marks he left on the woman's neck. Suddenly, he remembered when he helped her bathe earlier, he saw her body covered in kiss marks—all his doing.
For the past five years, he hadn't touched another woman. Even when he wanted to, he'd either use his phone or take a cold shower to relieve it.
Actually, when he saw her at the police station yesterday, he wanted to crush her beneath him and have her completely. Then, when eating noodles in the living room downstairs today, he couldn't hold back any longer and directly took her once.
After smoking a cigarette, he finally lifted the blanket, took a robe beside him, put it on, and opened the door to walk out, heading downstairs.
Earlier, the two of them had started in the living room downstairs; their clothes were still there scattered all over the sofa.
