This road took almost a full hour to walk.
But Xia Ye didn't feel tired at all.
When they got back to the apartment, Yinxing was still drowsy and muddleheaded.
Xia Ye directly tossed her onto the sofa.
Then he didn't even spare her a glance and headed straight for the bathroom.
Xia Ye took a cold shower for a full twenty minutes.
By the time he came out, he had basically calmed down.
And at this moment, Yinxing was still curled up in a corner of the sofa like a little cat.
Xia Ye walked over.
She really was like a little cat.
Her whole body small, curled into a ball, her face flushed bright red, eyes closed.
But her long eyelashes looked as if they were damp with mist.
Her lips were a rosy red, and she was whimpering softly, no one knew what she was saying.
Looking at Yinxing like this, Xia Ye only felt a tangle of emotions.
He simply sat down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
He leaned forward slightly, studying the "little cat" in front of him in detail.
