Zhuo Junyue finished speaking, turned over the quilt, and gently lay on the bed.
As soon as he lay down, Su Ningyan, as if sensing something, automatically snuggled closer to Zhuo Junyue.
Lord Zhuo looked at the physical reaction of this little woman, feeling very satisfied.
As a man, seeing his woman rely on him, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.
He pulled her into his embrace; the natural fragrance of her body was very familiar to him.
Even when Su Ningyan was outside the Zhuo Family, he could roughly sense her location.
The night was enchanting in the cold Ning City; Zhuo Junyue, holding his wife, felt very warm.
In the middle of the night, a special ringtone rang out.
Afraid of waking Ningyan, Zhuo Junyue immediately turned off the phone, gently lifted the quilt, and walked into the study.
This was Zhuo Ying's dedicated line; it must be important news.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be calling at this hour.
