Chapter 167
Fang Qi was still slumped lazily on the sofa, one hand resting on Liguang's little head, his fingertips carelessly twirling a strand of her silver hair.
The person in his arms was warm and soft.
The murderous ruthlessness from just a moment ago had been temporarily slapped down by his two strikes.
Right now, she was nestled obediently in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of his shirt.
My wife...
Is seriously so cute!
He looked back at An Lian, who had just stood up.
This aloof, mature woman... had completely regained her professional composure by now.
Even though her clothes were still wrinkled, her hair was still messy, and the ring of purple-blue finger marks on her neck was still shocking to look at...