After coming home, Yun Qiluo didn't come out of her room.
It wasn't until past four in the morning that the battle stopped. She was so exhausted that her entire body felt sore, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Feeling satisfied, Yan Yan was in a great mood. He kissed her lips, carried her to the bathroom for a wash, then brought her back, wrapped her in the blanket, and finally sent a message to Secretary Qin to postpone the morning meeting.
He woke up the next day at ten in the morning.
As he opened his eyes, he saw the young girl snuggled in his arms, her face serene and adorable.
Asleep, Yun Qiluo was extraordinarily well-behaved, her fair little face showing a slight flush, her small mouth slightly puckered, her brows relaxed as she lay quietly in his embrace, her breathing shallow.
