章 89: Buying Furniture

The next morning, the maid placed two sets of Chinese and western-style breakfast on the dining table.

As usual, Shang Yan browsed through the financial report of the day. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped his Americano, and waited for Qu Xiao to get up.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs. Shang Yan looked up and saw Qu Xiao yawning lazily and coming downstairs in her nightgown.

Qu Xiao used her hand to gently hammer her slender waist as she glared at Shang Yan with a reproachful expression.

The hickeys on her neck and collarbone were clearly exposed, as if she was protesting Shang Yan's aggression last night.

Qu Xiao slowly pulled out the chair. Her small feet swayed under the table, occasionally rubbing against Shang Yan's leg...

"The bed in the bedroom is so hard. My waist hurts from sleeping."