The wind stopped and the rain ceased.
Under the soft lights, Su Yumo lay in Ye Xuan's arms, especially her cheeks, which still felt a bit numb and stiff, as if even her teeth had suddenly aged a lot.
It was too hard.
That whole series of "operations" just now was really way too hard for Su Yumo.
Ye Xuan, on the other hand, felt his whole body much lighter, relaxed and refreshed; holding the peerless beauty in his arms, he smacked his lips over and over. "Yumo, you really aren't bad at all. When did you learn that special move? You must've practiced for quite a while, huh?"
"You're awful, stop talking about it!" Su Yumo said, "Just this once, count it as celebrating you making up with the CEO. There won't be a next time."
"There won't be a next time?" Ye Xuan raised his brows. "No way, right? You worked so hard on that Miracle Skill. Wouldn't it be a pity to just let it go to waste?"
