Early the next morning, Ivy Song walked out of the house, holding her waist. She stood under the eaves, took a deep breath of the cool morning mist, and her dizzy mind suddenly became clear.
"My dear wife, are you awake?"
The door of the kitchen next door was pushed open. Ivy Song had just stretched halfway when he met the eyes of Lucas Sheng, who was preparing his breakfast with his sleeves rolled up.
Lucas Sheng's eyes were clear and gentle. Ivy Song felt inexplicably guilty when she looked at him. She put down her arm, touched the tip of her nose, and nodded.
He probably didn't realize what he did with Zhong Yanjing last night.
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