C229 Qiao Hong Wanted to Stay!

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a dusky gloom over the sky. Qiao Hong, clad in a white nightgown, stood by the window of the hotel's opulent suite, phone in hand. Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the neckline of her gown, to the right peak that Ye Xiaofeng had pinched, still tender and swollen despite the ointment she had applied. Pain lingered, yet it was a trivial concern to her