She rolled her eyes at him and turned her back, unable to shake off the memory of him pinning her at the bathroom door with a deep kiss last night…
The veins at her wrist still seemed to tingle with a lingering numbness.
Song Yinyin turned her head and planted a kiss on her son's soft, chubby cheek, saying, "Dabai, you go downstairs and have breakfast first. Mommy will come down after she finishes her makeup."
"Okay." The little guy nodded and took Lu Jihan's hand, "Daddy, come with me."
"Alright." Lu Jihan gently ruffled his hair.
Hand in hand, the big one and the small one went downstairs, as Song Yinyin turned and went to the bathroom.
Looking at the dark circles under her eyes like a ghost in the mirror, she scratched her messy hair and splashed her face with a handful of water.
