"Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker..."
Fu Xihan looked up.
Huo Jinghua, dressed in a robe-styled nightgown, ran down the stairs like a midnight fairy, then charged straight toward him.
He swiftly stepped down from the barstool and reached out his hand.
A warm, delicate fragrance filled his arms.
The nightgown was loose and comfortable, and the neckline was rather large. As he lowered his gaze, he saw most of her fragrant shoulder, the hollow of her neck, and on it... deep red kiss marks.
The darkness in his eyes deepened, and his low bass voice sounded especially husky in the dead of night, "Why are you awake?"
Huo Jinghua raised the piece of drawing paper in her hand high, "This... do you think Ziyang will like it?"
It was a portrait of a little boy.
She drew it herself!
Fu Xihan's handsome face twitched noticeably.
"Does it not look good?" Huo Jinghua immediately deflated her beautiful little face.
She had already tried very hard to draw Fu Ziyang from a photograph.