Daddy and Mommy in an Embrace

"Yipee! We're home!"

Upon reaching the house, Yun Shishi threw her bag aside, kicked off her high heels. and flung herself on the cushy sofa.

There was nothing goddess-like about her now.

Mu Yazhe closed the door and walked to the sofa. She burrowed in his arms and encircled her hands around his waist just as he took a seat; burying her face deep in his warm and hearty embrace.

The man gently caressed her fringe with his broad palms. Next to her profile, his slender fingers slowly twinned a strand of hair and then loosened it lightly.

As he leaned lazily on the couch, his one hand propped the side of his head, whereas his other hand played with her long, raven hair, which accentuated his fair and jade-like skin.

He seemed to derive a lot of fun fingering her hair in this manner.

As for her, she was too tired to bother and simply let him be.