In the evening, Yeh Cangqiong returned home very late…
Chi Xiaoyu hadn't gone to sleep yet. She was sitting on the sofa, holding a sketchboard and scribbling on it.
"Honey! You're back!"
She put down her paintbrush and walked up to give him a hug.
The hug was firm and lasted for a long time, reluctant to let go.
He lifted her chin and surveyed her eyes, "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong?"
"This past month, you've seemed especially distant with me. Why are you suddenly so passionate today?"
"Hehe… It's just that Xiao Guai hasn't been feeling well recently. It's not like I was avoiding you! We just slept separately for a few days!"
He reached out and gently tapped her nose.
That's when he noticed she was wearing a red chiffon dress tonight—light and flowing.
The bright rose-red color complemented her tender skin, making her look strikingly enchanting.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips. The kiss left both of them a little entranced.
