The night indeed felt very long.
Long enough that Su Ran spent the entire night as if she were floating on clouds, her whole being drifting and sinking.
During this long night, Qi Yuan also came to his own conclusion.
"Indeed, Madam is softer."
"..."
Su Ran didn't refute, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes and look at him.
Because she really was very soft now, as soft as a puddle of water, unable even to curl her fingers.
Qi Yuan tidied her sweat-dampened hair, lowered his head to peck lightly on her lips, his voice filled with a satisfied pleasure and hoarseness, "Madam, what's your conclusion?"
Upon hearing the man's words, Su Ran suddenly opened her eyes, her bright eyes now watery and harmlessly glaring at him.
"Get lost—"
As she spoke, her voice was dried out and hoarse.
