The man lowered his head. Under the soft, warm light, his gaze was filled with tenderness and love.
Reaching out to switch off the bedside lamp, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Good night, my wife."
...
The next morning, Mu Xiangwan was awakened by the tempting aroma of food.
It was a Saturday, and with nothing important on Su Chaoyang's schedule, he had taken the day off to rest.
He prepared breakfast, but since she was still asleep, he had no choice but to bring the tray into the bedroom. It reminded him of one summer break years ago when she attended an English training class, and he stayed at a hotel with her, "keeping her company while she studied."
The curtains weren't drawn, yet the scorching sunlight had already found its way through.
The petite woman on the bed was buried under the covers, sound asleep. One rounded, ivory-white arm peeked out, gleaming invitingly in the sunlight.
