Ethan Ye glanced at his abdomen, restrained himself from touching it, reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
“sleep early.”
Before the room fell into darkness, Samuel Xie caught a trace of dissatisfaction and regret flashing through her eyes, and her mood was a bit complicated.
...So, in this period of time that he can’t see, how many times have this kind of “voyeurism” happened?
He lay down on his back, and it didn’t take long for him to rustle in the bed. She leaned in as usual, her soft body next to him, her breathing lightly.
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