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His lips were busy kissing her when she kicked his calf gently. Song Yu said, “Go. Take those clothes, otherwise, it won’t be nice if Aunt Yang saw them tomorrow.”

Their undergarments were scattered on the floor just beside the sofa, and it would be embarrassing to let someone else see something so personal!

Even if Aunt Yang knew what they were doing, she should not be allowed to see such a scene!

Qi Chengzhi squinted and stared at her. To think that she dared to kick him. It made him feel as though his status had turned slightly inferior.

Feeling weak after seeing him look at her that way, she tried to endear him by leaning into his embrace and pleading gently with him, “Is it alright if you take them? Please? It’s going to be really embarrassing.”

Qi Chengzhi’s long lashes quivered gently and he gave her that indecipherable gaze once more.

Noticing that she felt flustered and was about to go down herself to tidy things up, he grabbed her waist and said in his rich, deep voice, “Wait here.”

He grabbed a pair of lounge pants from his dressing cupboard and wore them as he went down half-naked.

Every single scattered item of clothing was picked up by him, and last of all was Song Yu’s thin, itsy-bitsy panties. It was incredibly tiny and thin on his outstretched palm—so thin, in fact, that the slightest amount of force seemed capable of destroying it.

His eyes were glowing with red-hot passion when he kneaded her panties in his palm. Then, he turned and glimpsed at the Durex box which he tossed over to the coffee table earlier.

It was a good thing that he went down since it would be uncomfortable for him to go down and take the box while his pillar was erect.

Having gathered everything, he went back up, only to find Song Yu sleeping.

She had been on the move constantly throughout the whole day, and after going through a very excitable night, she closed her eyes and fell asleep the instant he left.

He placed everything down, went up gently onto the bed, then held her in his embrace.

As light as those movements were, she still woke up when he came into contact with her.

Her slightly-curled eyelashes fluttered a few times before she opened her eyes slowly. She smiled apologetically at him and said, “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

Qi Chengzhi lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead. He pulled her face into his chest and rested his chin on her head, saying, “Sleep.”

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In the morning, Song Yu heard a rustling sound. She opened her eyes and saw the foreignness of the room. Its drabness seemed typical of a man’s place.

Even the sheets were imbued with Qi Chengzhi’s clean, familiar smell.

Song Yu then realized that she was in Qi Chengzhi’s room.

She followed the noise that her ear picked up and saw Qi Chengzhi through the transparent glass of the bathroom. He was shaving by the sink.

Shaving cream surrounded his lips and covered his chin. Three buttons of his dress shirt were open, and he was not wearing a tie. His sleeves were rolled up too, making him look very laid-back.

The shaving blade glided across his skin and swept away the cream to reveal his clean-shaven face.

His movements were precise, and his strong arms were put on display.