Raising a finger, gently brushing over the dark red kiss marks on his skin, Xicheng raised an eyebrow.
So last night was real!
Then...
He quickly scanned the surroundings, jumped off the bed after lifting the blanket, glanced at his son, and hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing to wrap around himself.
"Xia Nuan?"
The only response was the little boy's voice.
"Daddy!"
Xicheng dashed to the door, hearing his son's voice, he rushed back to pick him up, grabbed a blanket to wrap him in, and dashed out of the guest room.
"Xia Nuan? Xia Nuan!"
He rushed into the master bedroom, the bed was a mess, the bathroom door was closed with no one inside, he turned around and rushed down the stairs, glancing around the living room, he turned around and dashed into the kitchen, just like the other places — nothing.
Holding his son, Xicheng frowned as he returned to the living room, noticing the front door, he quickly turned and dashed over.
Her coat on the rack was already gone.
