Di beiming gritted his teeth and found it funny. He had no choice but to pull on his collar to cover the Hickey before returning to the study room in the front hall.
In the study room, DI beiming was holding a book in his hand, but he could not read it at all. His mind was filled with the image of Yun Chujiu’s delicate figure, whether it was crafty, mischievous, or angry..
An Yin looked at the book in his honored guest’s hand and was speechless. Why did his honored guest become like two people when he met Miss Jiu? Was this the power of Love?
An Yin felt that something in his heart seemed to be stirring. Maybe I should be like an Feng and save some money for my wife..