By the time they returned to the hotel, it was already past 10 at night.
As soon as they entered the suite, Ye Xi helped Lu Youheng take off his coat, then took him to the bathroom to wash his little face and hands, and finally helped him wash his little feet.
After everything was done, when they came out of the bathroom, she realized that Lu Lingxiao had already taken off his jacket and suit, sitting in the sofa wearing a white shirt.
He was looking down at his phone, seemingly replying to someone's messages on WeChat. The warm yellow light of the hotel shone down from above, casting his superior profile and the bridge of his nose in such an appealing way it seemed as if they were painted.
Lu Lingxiao was very pale, the kind of paleness that screamed of luxury and privilege, without being effeminate.
