After the dinner, Yang Feng planned on bringing her into his home, but Zhao Moyao's frequent phone calls made it nearly impossible to do anything with her. He made up his mind to move her into Cerulean Water Pavillion as soon as possible.
When the two got near the house, Zhao Lifei was fast asleep already. She was comfortably nestled in his arms, sitting on his lap, and driving him insane without realizing it.
With her face resting on his shoulders, her rosy lips that were slightly parted, her warm breath tickling his neck. It was pure torture for him. He wanted to do nothing but kiss her silly but she was fast asleep.