She thought of genetically modified sweet potatoes.
Ahhh!
How could Zhou Dang be like this!
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Thunderstorms were rare in winter.
But the thunderstorm that night was exceptionally violent, no less intense than in midsummer.
Xuan Yang listened to the rain hitting the glass for half the night, and in the end, her fingers were trembling.
Zhou Dang was too fierce!
Although he eventually regained some rationality.
Xuan Yang still suffered a bit.
Zhou Dang held her hand while kissing her, whispering praise in her ear, "You're amazing, wife."
"I like it so much."
Xuan Yang: "..."
Her face was about to bleed from blushing.
Clearly, he had been the instigator all along, but when he said it like that, it didn't sound right.
Damn it!
That night, Xuan Yang's deepest feeling was exhaustion!
Zhou Dang had boundless energy.
Later on, Xuan Yang was so tired that she fell asleep, but he still held her hand, indefatigable.
Xuan Yang couldn't keep her eyes open and didn't even know when she fell asleep.
Anyway, when she woke up the next morning, Zhou Dang was no longer beside her.
There was a message from him on her phone.
[Wife, breakfast is in the kitchen. Just heat it up.]
[Hard work last night.]
[Next time, I'll serve you.]
Xuan Yang stood in front of the mirror washing up. She felt she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms. They were sore and weak, and when she tried to hold something heavy, she trembled like she had Parkinson's.
Damn Zhou Dang!
She couldn't help cursing him inwardly, directly ignoring his message.
According to the record, it was from an hour ago.
That meant Zhou Dang had left around six in the morning.
She wondered why he had booked such an early flight.
Xuan Yang couldn't help but suspect whether he had slept at all last night.
She remembered that the last time she was conscious, she had checked her phone and it was past three in the morning.
Judging by the soreness in her hands, that guy Zhou Dang had definitely added extra time.
Did he even have time to sleep?
Xuan Yang frowned, thinking hard but couldn't figure it out.
Finally, after washing her face, she couldn't help picking up her phone and asking the person involved: [What time did you go to bed last night?]
Zhou Dang replied in the evening.
He had just landed in Geneva.
It was already past seven in the evening on Xuan Yang's end, and she was still at her desk writing something.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the skyscraper, the night had fallen.
Zhou Dang video-called her. Xuan Yang answered and casually tossed her phone aside, not appearing in the frame.
But by looking down, she could see Zhou Dang on the screen. On his end, it was noon, with brilliant sunlight.
Zhou Dang: "Don't worry, I slept on the plane. It helps with the jet lag."
He was answering her question from the morning.
Xuan Yang paused her typing, opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything.
She just felt that Zhou Dang in broad daylight and the Zhou Dang from last night were like two different people. She couldn't bring herself to complain to the serious man on the video.
"Are you still at the law firm?" Zhou Dang changed the subject, clearly intending to continue chatting with her.
After all, he was on his way to the hotel.
Shen Li was with him and had already arranged the upcoming itinerary.