So, Gu Qingchen's Lakefront Villa had a new "thief" who never stole anything, except sneaking into Zheng Tong's bedroom, massaging her calves every other night.
Through the faint blue light in the room, Duan Feixun could only see her tranquility at this moment; her deep slumber, her still fondness for pyjamas of very fine texture. It's just that her bust had been growing larger during the late stages of pregnancy, and she didn't wear anything to bed at night, so the shape beneath her silk nightgown was clearly visible, strikingly beautiful and enchanting.
Starting from her head, Duan Feixun looked down, gazing at the beautiful contours under her water blue silk nightgown, and couldn't help silently swallowing. She was his wife, the woman he wanted to cherish and hold dear, but at this moment she was living in someone else's house. He hated his own weakness, for not being able to provide her with a complete home.
