Two hours later, Room 302 returned to silence.
"Splash——"
In the bathroom, Ye Huan rinsed his body, feeling refreshed!
There's no denying that Liu Tianyun's "card draw" idea was brilliant!
Compared to the intense battles of previous days, tonight's tender moment with just Zhang Huimin left him not tired at all, just completely revitalized.
After washing up, Ye Huan returned to the bedroom, turned off the bedside lamp, lifted a corner of the quilt, and slipped under the covers.
Just then, he felt himself being hugged from behind and smiled.
He gently moved the soft jade-like hands from his belly, turned around, and embraced Zhang Huimin, gently stroking her waterfall-like silky black hair.
"By the way."
Recalling during the day when a fake black man attempted to assassinate Zhang Huimin, Ye Huan's eyes turned cold as he softly asked, "Sister Zhang, do you know the head of Binhai City's Meiling Cosmetics Group—Zheng Meiling?"
