"Did you come to Pinghai to attend tomorrow night's charity banquet?"
Song Guanchao leaned against the headboard, looking down at Fu Ying in his arms.
They say a little separation is better than a new marriage.
Fu Ying, who hadn't indulged for months, almost made his waist break from exhaustion.
The good thing was, Fu Ying was more uninhibited than before.
"Yeah." Fu Ying asked, "You too?"
The two exchanged a smile, Song Guanchao glanced at the time and said, "A beautiful night, let's not waste time, let's continue."
Fu Ying's face flushed, she remained silent, letting him play with her body.
...
The banquet was in the evening, so Song Guanchao didn't set the alarm. When he woke up, it was already past ten.
Last night had been too wild; Song Guanchao nearly went numb towards the end.
Fu Ying was still asleep. He picked up his silenced phone and glanced at it, seeing several missed calls.
From Jiang Yiren, Zeng Li, and Wu Qiangwei.
