I, Fan Yu’s Woman (21)
There was no light on in the master bedroom.
There was only a dim night light emitting a faint halo.
The two people in the room were sleeping soundly. The curtains were not drawn, and the bright moonlight shone through the window onto the windowsill, on the bed... and on her body..
Qiao Yuanfei was sleeping soundly.
Like a child, she curled up into a shrimp shape, and her whole body was stuck in the bed.
The blanket was kicked off by her.
Her fair face was slightly tilted, and she was lying on her long black hair.
Her loose black hair, which looked like seaweed, was also spread out on the pillow, making her face look exceptionally small.
She was only wearing a white shirt, and her long, crescent-white legs were exposed in front of him just like that.
Her white underpants were faintly discernible as she flipped over..
Fan Yu felt as if something was strangling his throat.
His breathing became stifled.