The Palace-Style Mansion

They arrived in Si Yiyan's mansion in Moscow at eight in the evening.

The journey was smooth with no obstructions or heavy traffic.

They arrived at their destination safely and there were no accidents along the way at all.

Wen Xinya had long begun to get exhausted as her excitement depleted. She spent most of the seven-hour flight getting intimate with Si Yiyan, after which she dozed off in Si Yiyan's arms during the two-hour journey back to the mansion.

The dim, yellow light of the street lamps in the city was cast on her face while she slept soundly, making her look alluring and breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ninth Young Master…"

"Hush!" Si Yiyan shot her a glance and placed a finger on his lips, hinting for her to stay quiet.

The driver stole a glance at Si Yiyan to see that Wen Xinya was laying in his arms, sound asleep. He hurriedly looked away without hesitation.

The car door was opened.