"Alright, he admitted he couldn't do anything, but he just didn't want to part with his wife, 'Let me hold you a bit longer.'
The two embraced for a while before Xiaoxiao said, 'Alright, I'll make it up to you when we get home.'"
"How will you make it up?" Yang Ming's eyes curved into crescents.
"You know exactly how." Xiaoxiao wriggled out of Yang Ming's embrace, got dressed, and headed for the door, "I'm leaving, you should go to bed early."
In Wang Xiangxiang's room
At that moment, Wang Xiangxiang indeed hadn't fallen asleep because she was too preoccupied with thoughts of Chu Lian to sleep. Suddenly, she heard Xiaoxiao's voice outside, "Sis, please open the door."
Wang Xiangxiang thought something had happened, so she hurriedly got down, lit a candle, and went to open the door for her, "Xiaoxiao, what happened?"
