The unexpected entry made her voice tight, and the feeling of being full was totally different from the nausea she had just had. She closed her eyes peacefully and enjoyed the strong rhythm.

When she woke up again, she was still in the hotel room, dry, with a new suit at the end of the bed. Ye Nianmo is no longer there. She turns on the message machine.

"I'll go out and do something. If I want to stay in the hotel for a little longer, I'll pick you up at the hotel when I get home."

She smiled and answered a text message with her cell phone. "I'm fine....