Mo Yinhe's heart, after what felt like a long, harsh winter, finally welcomed the first light of spring, the glaciers within him thawing.
He cooked a bowl of beef noodles and carried it upstairs.
There had been a time when his sweetheart loved to pester him after they made love, forcing him to go to the kitchen and whip up a midnight snack as a proper reward for her.
She even demanded that he feed her personally.
Si Mingjing took two cold showers in quick succession, then climbed into bed.
Closing my eyes, I can still feel him pressing me into his embrace. It's too real to dispel. Damn it!
She gritted her teeth, regretting the rash treatment plan she had devised. How could I have been so foolish, so out of my mind, as to let him touch me! And I even felt sorry for him! Crazy! This man is toxic!
Even the jealous Demon King in her heart didn't leap out, no longer asserting his machismo in her mind.
Could it be that his arrogance has been suppressed by Mo Yinhe?
