The door parted, light spilled in, illuminating the familiar features of the man.
Ye Qiao took a couple of steps forward, heard the somewhat jarring sound of her high heels, and gently lifted her feet to slip the shoes off. She walked barefoot to the side of the bed, bent down to look at Ji Mo's face.
The man was sleeping soundly, seeming to have no intention of throwing up the alcohol, and she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of straightening her back.
Just as she straightened up a little, she stopped, bent down again, and slowly leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the man's lips.
"I've stamped my mark on you, from today on, you are Ye Qiao's man!"
Satisfied, she lifted the corners of her lips as she stood up. She turned to leave, but the Ji Mo on the pillow, not sure if he was startled by her or what, suddenly stirred.
Ye Qiao turned back in confusion, and Ji Mo was already sitting up shakily, raising one hand to his chest.
"What's wrong?"
