That night, Zhang Yang took Xiang Xiaotian directly to a five-star hotel across the street.
Reunited after a long time apart, Xiang Xiaotian had also drunk quite a bit.
That night, there was quite a contrast...
Once the smoke of battle had cleared, Xiang Xiaotian lay obediently against Zhang Yang's chest like a little white rabbit, unwilling to move even a finger.
"What did you call me just now?" Zhang Yang suddenly asked.
"What do you like hearing me call you?" Xiang Xiaotian's voice was soft and gentle. "Big baby? Brother Zhang Yang? Husband? Darling? Actually, I like calling you Big Baby the most, because... you really live up to the name."
She gently stroked Zhang Yang's cheek, her eyes brimming with affection.
"You missed one." Zhang Yang smiled. "No more calling me Daddy?"
"Huh? Did I ever call you that?" Xiang Xiaotian froze for a moment, her face instantly flushing red. "You must have misheard."
"Then call me that now."
"No... don't, be gentler... okay, okay, I'll call you, I'll call you..." Xiang Xiaotian begged for mercy.
On a night near the end of the year, with the chill of night like water, everything finally settled into complete calm, and they slept until dawn.
Early the next morning, after getting up and washing up, Zhang Yang prepared to take Xiang Xiaotian back.
"Brother Zhang Yang, I..." Xiang Xiaotian hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something.
"What's with you? Weren't you pretty uninhibited last night? Why are you acting all ladylike again today?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, kneading her slender waist.
Several guests passing through the hotel lobby happened to see this fair-skinned, beautiful girl, who looked like she came from a wealthy family, being held in a young man's arms as he freely kneaded her waist and hips.