Extreme measures?
Tsk tsk.
That old man is just incorrigible!
Shi Lingyan scrubbed himself from head to toe, nearly wearing out his skin before he finally stopped.
His skin turned red from the friction, particularly striking against his well-defined muscles.
When Shi Lingyan came out, Shi Mei had already fallen back asleep.
Only a small night light was left on in the room, casting a soft glow over the girl in bed and filling the room with tranquility.
But Shi Lingyan was inexplicably restless.
He pulled a cigarette pack from the bedside drawer, lit a cigarette, and quietly sat down on the sofa.
Shi Mei was woken by the smell of tobacco.
It was very faint,
but extremely familiar.
Shi Lingyan rarely smoked in the bedroom.
Because she had said that the smell of smoke affected her sleep.
Since then, Shi Lingyan had tried to avoid it.
Now...
Shi Mei frowned slightly, twisted her body to adjust her position, and mumbled sleepily, "Honey..."
