Mrs. Xia looked at Xia Xinmei, nodded and smiled, "Good, good, of course good. Mommy misses you too..."
The two of them talked as they left the room.
...
In the hotel, Nangong Yaoling, holding the unconscious Xia Xiaonuan, kicked open the door to the presidential suite.
Xia Xiaonuan was wrapped in his coat, her head leaning on his chest, her whole body drenched in sweat.
Nangong Yaoling directly threw away the coat, placed her in the bathtub, ran warm water, and began to bathe her.
In her dreams, Xia Xiaonuan was suddenly placed in the cold bathtub. She frowned in displeasure, making little noises; Nangong Yaoling watched her amusingly, the girl's white face blushing, her brows curved and cheeks full, lips like condensed petals.
Instinctively, the man's haughty gaze softened into tenderness. He reached out and affectionately pinched the girl's nose, water droplets clung to his handsome face, and his thin lips slightly parted:
