A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Why... don't talk nonsense. I just thought that the translation I translated was a bit strange. That's why I came to ask. Are they all like him, so dragging!"

Curling her lips, the girl snorted heartily.

"Hey, Xiao Wang, you are wrong. Among the core figures in the entire Eagle Strike Brigade, Chief Qiao has the best temper. He is also the best at joking and so on. Say. But who makes you always like to ask questions that shouldn’t be asked, are you curious about this and that? It’s all confidential, and of course he won’t treat you well! You, you’d better go back to work, otherwise, Director There's trouble again—"

The woman with a bright smile stretched out her hand and patted the shoulder of the obedient rabbit-like woman who looked docile and humble, as if she had no spine, always so soft and weak.

Half pushing and half pushing her back to the office.

On the way, she suddenly remembered something, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Hey, you made me curious too. What kind of secret message did you translate, so flustered and so curious?"

"Well...I'm telling you, don't talk about it."

Stopping in her tracks, the woman timidly looked around, leaned close to the suspicious friend's ear, and whispered.

*

The night was mesmerizing, and the lights of thousands of houses were intertwined with flickering neon lights, adding a touch of extravagant color to the night sky of S City.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, and commuters are shuttling in the subway station. Fashionably dressed men and women put aside the fatigue of the day and approach the night scene where they can have carnival.

There is a constant stream of ten-mile foreign farms.

This vibrant city is an international metropolis and a city that never sleeps with an exceptionally rich nightlife.

It is equally lively during the day and at night.

But tonight, under this excitement, there are still countless surging undercurrents hidden.

Ferocious, surging.

But there is one place that is so quiet and scary!

……

The room was dark, with a faint fragrance floating in it.

Every furnishings in Nuo Da's room is permeated with simple and elegant western sentiment, as if a heavy-colored and delicate oil painting has been moved to reality.

Heavy curtains hung low, blocking the light from outside.

Only a ray of moonlight spilled into the room from the cracks in the corners of the curtains.

The milky white cashmere carpet was coated with a light layer of moonlight, turning it into a very playful milky yellow.

In the center of the room, there is an antique European-style bed.

The four corners of the bed stand with finely carved copper pillars.

A layer of gauze curtains that look light but heavy hang down from the top of the bed, covering the entire big bed.

By the bed, a night lamp glowed faintly.

Vaguely outline the scene on the bed.

Through the gauze, one can vaguely see a woman lying in the window.

She sleeps well and is very peaceful.

His hands were lightly folded on the quilt, and his black hair was neatly scattered under his body and on the pillow.

Like Sleeping Beauty, the figure was almost unmoved.

If it wasn't for that shallow breathing, the people serving in this room would have thought she was dead.

Time, a minute and a second passed.

Bao Jinghan woke up slowly, his head was still a little dizzy, and his temples were throbbing with pain.

It was as uncomfortable as waking up from a hangover, with an empty stomach and a burning pain...