Quietly taking a deep breath, calming the boiling heat in his blood.
After a while, Yue Feng managed to calm himself slightly.
He carried Shang Haohao out of the dining room and headed to the upstairs bedroom.
In the spacious and luxurious room.
This bed, which had been slept in by a solitary person for countless lonely nights.
Yue Feng gently placed Shang Haohao on the bed.
The bed slightly sank down.
Yue Feng was always obsessed with cleanliness, especially in his own resting area; if he found a single strand of hair, he couldn't lie down.
Besides himself and the night Xiaoge slept here, he had never let any woman touch his bed.
Yue Feng helped the muddle-headed little woman on the bed remove her shoes, gently placing a pair of slender, fair feet on the bed.
Shang Haohao lay flat on the bed, seemingly uncomfortable, instinctively turned over, with her back facing Yue Feng.
