There was no light on in the bedroom, only a ray of light filtering in from the corridor.
Qu Yi was kneeling on the ground, wearing thin clothes. He was sitting on the sofa. There was a dangerous aura in his deep eyes, and he was looking at her condescendingly.
"Who gave you the courage to secretly collude with the Jiang family while I was away..."
I saw his brows furrowed, and the anger revealed in his calm words seemed to be able to swallow me up in the next second.
Quyi pretended to be innocent and looked up at him with tearful eyes, begging for his forgiveness. Tears could not stop falling from the corners of her eyes.
"I was wrong, please forgive me... I really..."
She knelt beside his legs, the broken hair on her forehead outlined her profile
The performance of the folk art was pretty good, and he was a little moved, as if his anger had disappeared.
Seeing that he was no longer so angry, she took the initiative to climb up to his neck, and the shawl fell to the ground.
"Don't be angry, okay? I've prepared a gift for you." She rubbed her ear against his ear, deliberately trying to please him.
"New pajamas, do you like it?" She smiled in the darkness.
Concept: Meng Yanchen's humanities