As the sting of the slap registered on Chen Yu's face, he was jolted from his stupor.
Anger flared in his chest as he grabbed his wife's wrist and yanked her back into his embrace. "What's this? Am I not allowed to touch you anymore?" he growled, his voice low with frustration.
Before she could respond, he crushed his lips to hers, his kiss fervent and forceful. His hands slid with practiced ease to her chest, kneading her breast in a possessive grip. Beneath him, he could feel the familiar pressure against her stomach—his arousal unmistakable.
The years had been kind to Sun Yi, her body now fuller, the curves of a woman who had borne children and lived with grace. He still found her irresistible, yet something had changed, something he couldn't quite grasp. The distance between them had widened, a quiet chasm he was unwilling to confront.
