The soft sunshine hit Xia Yimo through the window. The sweet smell of milk tea and the mellow smell of black tea in the air stimulated her senses.

Xia Yimo caressed her already tall belly with one hand and drank milk tea with the other hand. The sweet but not greasy milk tea made her enjoy licking the lower corner of her mouth.

"jingling bell..."

The voice of the wind bell came softly, and Xia Yimo looked at the door...

A tall man stands at the door, like a cutter's handsome face with indifference, a pair of eagles sweeping deeply, and finally landed near the window, with thin lips lifting...