If she didn't go back to the bedroom so late, what was she doing sleeping here?
Are...waiting for him? [
Sikong Jingqiu froze for a moment, walked over, took off his suit jacket, and put it on Haiyue's body. After making sure that her whole body was covered, he slowly squatted down, took off his shoes, and sat down cross-legged in front of her.
Staring absently at Haiyue, whose fair face was revealed from the suit jacket.
In terms of looks, she can only be considered pretty, and she is in no way comparable to the charming and charming women around her in the past.
In terms of body shape, my measurements are just passable, but as for height...
Sikong Jinglai lowered his eyes and glanced at her petite body curled up under the suit jacket. She was probably only 160. Compared with his own height of 185, she was just a small bean.
Being petite, he sometimes even worries that his waist will be broken by him accidentally when they are intimate.
However, such a small and unpromising woman seems to be like a power generator, always so optimistic and upbeat - before marrying him, she was just like a little sun emitting infinite heat, with eternal use.
Endless energy.
pity……
After marrying him, she felt like a deflated rubber ball, all her energy was used up...
Sikong Jingqiu stretched out his hand and pushed her hair that was hanging down by her cheeks behind her ears, staring into her eyes as tenderly as water.
Song Haiyue must not remember that she saved her life a few years ago.
But yes, he was unkempt, covered in blood, and so embarrassed that he could hardly recognize himself. How could we expect Song Haiyue to remember his appearance?
Sikong Jingqiu sighed leisurely.
If he had come back to find her immediately after he recovered from his injury, would Du Yunyan not have taken advantage of her today and take over her heart first? And he would not have used such a despicable method to force her to use the Song family's debt.