Felix Thorne finally felt at ease. No wonder he'd had far fewer nightmares these past four years. It seemed this bed deserved half the credit.
Of course, the greatest credit went to his precious daughter. His nightmares had become less frequent ever since she was born. It had to be her immense good fortune that was suppressing the bed's imperial aura.
Felix Thorne picked up Tang Xiaonan and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Smelling her faint, milky scent, his heart settled even more. He kissed her again. Tang Xiaonan slapped at his face in annoyance. "Your beard is prickly... it hurts..."
'His face was covered in a thick, coarse beard, and he was always kissing her cheeks. It really hurt.'
"HAHA... It doesn't hurt..."
Felix Thorne roared with laughter and tweaked Tang Xiaonan's fleshy little nose a few times before contentedly setting his daughter down. He was in an excellent mood, and his opinion of Adrian Hawthorne improved even more.
