Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 263 [if] You can catch it heavier next time

Sang Yu unbuckled his belt under his guidance...

His mind was clear and dazed at the same time, and he once again intuitively felt his desire.

Time seemed to be stretched out, her hands were sore, and she was about to urge him, but before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, the hangover soup is ready. Please let your son-in-law drink some."

The little girl was startled and retracted her fingertips.

Xi Jinbai groaned, veins throbbing on his forehead, and he almost surrendered. "What are you doing? Murdering your husband?"

His voice was hoarse and deep from forbearance.

Sang Yu hurriedly let go and looked at him innocently.

The person outside didn't wait for a response and knocked on the door again, "Miss?"

Separated by a door, Sang Yu's body tensed up, her heartbeat almost reaching her throat. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Put it there first, I'll go get it later."

"Ok."

The footsteps faded away.

"Go on, baby." Xi Jinbai pinched her white fingertips.

After finishing, he took the little girl in his arms to the bathroom to wash her hands.

The delicate palms were rubbed red.

The blush on Sang Yu's face lasted for a long time.

Xi Jinbai hugged her from behind, with their cheeks pressed against each other, and they were affectionate for a short while.

Their sights collided in the mirror and became entangled in it.

Sang Yu lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you still want to drink the hangover soup?"

How can he look like a drunk? He is clearly sober.

After being satisfied, the man said lazily: "Drink."

After a while, he let go of her hand and stepped into the shower to take a bath.

Sang Yu left the bedroom, went downstairs to bring him some sobering soup, and went to Qiao Minghui to find a clean new set of pajamas.

At ten o'clock, both of them took a shower and went to bed.

The creamy white French princess bed and the four-piece lace set are full of girlish charm.

Xi Jinbai looked particularly out of place sleeping on it. The bedding was filled with the delicate fragrance of lilies.

Sang Yu was completely embraced in his arms.

The broad and solid chest, with clear and smooth muscle lines, exudes a strong sense of power and security.

The slightly calloused palms roam over the delicate and smooth back.

Xi Jinbai stroked it gently with restraint.

Sang Yu leaned on his chest, looked up and asked, "Where did Ji Zicheng bite you?"

"jaws of death."

"Why did you let him bite?"

Xi Jinbai pulled the corner of his lip, "It's my fault, I should let him vent his anger."

Sang Yu explained to him: "I didn't tell my family, he misunderstood."

"What's the misunderstanding?"

"I cried while watching a movie that afternoon, and Ji Zicheng thought you made me cry."

Xi Jinbai chuckled and kissed her forehead, "It's not a misunderstanding, I did make you cry."

Sang Yu immediately understood what he meant and kicked him, "Shut up and go to sleep."
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Xi Jinbai arranged the company's affairs in advance and spent a few days with Sang Yu in Hong Kong Island.

The little girl is about to start school, so she should have fun during these few days.

Go to the movies on a date, check in at the amusement park, do handicrafts at the ceramic museum...

As long as Sang Yu likes something, Xi Jinbai will accompany her.

Every time she comes back from a date, the girl will have a big bouquet of flowers in her arms, and never the same ones.

Ji Wanning was originally worried that there was no love between the two of them, but now it seems that she was worrying too much.

Once I even ran into the couple kissing on the terrace, they were very affectionate.

Sang Yu changed her manicure yesterday. It was a traditional Chinese style with delicate paintings of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. The base color was gradient green, which had a clear and beautiful feel.

But no matter how beautiful the manicure is, it won't stop it from leaving scratches on someone.

When he woke up in the morning and saw a few more glaring red marks on Xi Jinbai's back, Sang Yu felt a little guilty, "I didn't mean to do that. I don't know why I scratched him like this..."

Xi Jinbai didn't mind at all, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, you can grab it harder next time."