Chapter 53 Rest Assured, It Can’t Be Drained (1)
Outside the window lies a vast azure sea, and at this moment, the sunset paints the sky like a fiery spectacle. Warm orange light covers the sky in bundles, reddening the clouds and reflecting on the shimmering sea surface. The wind scatters it like fallen shards of gold, gently undulating.
A sea breeze blows in, slightly cool, carrying a faint salty tang, yet exceptionally fresh, making Qiao Mo feel slightly intoxicated.
By nine in the evening, Qiao Mo had taken a shower and nestled on the sofa, feeling somewhat sleepy.
But seeing that Fu Nancheng still shows no sign of returning, she couldn’t help but feel hesitant.
Should she wait for him?
After all, this is his home, his bedroom... and his bed.
By half past ten, Qiao Mo finally couldn’t resist her heavy eyelids and hesitantly walked to the bedside.
The headboard has a simple European design, not overly ornate, yet with intricate carvings that are exceptionally exquisite. Both the sheets and the duvet are sapphire blue, soft to the touch, without a trace of wrinkles, especially clean.