She could feel a tall figure standing by the bed for a long, long time.
In the quiet bedroom deep into the night, in this sleeping world, quietness was even more pronounced, so quiet that it seemed as if the drop of a needle could be heard clearly.
Therefore, the familiar, deep breathing sounds were like they were magnified several times in her eardrums. Magnified to the point that Mo Qiansu's breathing became extra cautious, fearing that even the slightest increase in volume would disturb the man beside the bed...
She and Gu Xuanye were like two nocturnal bats, not daring to expose themselves in the daylight, only daring to be so unrestrainedly close to each other under the cover of night.
After all, Mo Qiansu was a person with feelings and desires; she couldn't completely isolate herself from their father and son's world.
Especially towards this man, in her heart, there was always a hidden desire.