Duan Fei remained silent, only struggling and twisting her body.
"I really missed Xiaoguai, thinking about you every day, worried that you might not have enough money, afraid you weren't eating well or staying warm enough. Recently, the temperature in Paris dropped so drastically, and you can't speak French. What would you do if something happened? What if you encountered bad people? Thankfully... Thankfully I finally found you." As he spoke, Rong Moyong lowered his head and kissed her on the nape of her neck from behind.
Duan Fei shivered at her neck, her whole body trembling in layers. She desperately tried to shrink away, hoping to hide...
Fortunately, at that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Finally, Rong Moyong released her and straightened his shirt, saying in a deep voice, "Come in."
Sister Zhao entered, carrying a tray with two dishes and a bowl of rice, along with a small pot of soup, the air filled with the rich aroma of food.
