At night, Luna walked out of the bathroom and saw Leng Liewei sitting under the lamp in a purple robe, reading a book. He looked deep and elegant. One couldn't help but admit that Leng Liewei took very good care of himself, regularly exercising and maintaining his health. The marks of time only added a rugged sexiness to him but didn't diminish his charm as a man in the slightest.
Luna walked over, sat by his feet, and rested her head on his knee, her flowing long hair cascading down.
Leng Liewei reached out his hand and stroked Luna's hair, which was smooth and silky.
"I didn't expect your son to get married. You really are a failure as a father."
Leng Liewei looked at his book, showing no reaction to Luna's remark about him being a failed father, "Their marriage doesn't mean anything."
Luna traced circles on Leng Liewei's knee with her fingers, "But, he's married now, that makes things difficult..."
Luna lifted her head, her eyes fixed on Leng Liewei.
