After finishing the SPA, the technician gracefully exited.
Ning Youguang sat on the sofa, wearing a bathrobe, feeling as relaxed as if her bones were jelly, while savoring bird's nest soup and appreciating the patterns of sunset light filtering through the venetian blinds.
Her shoulders were partially exposed, and her bare feet, resting on the edge of the sofa, shone like white jade.
When Shi Wangyue pushed open the door and came in, he unexpectedly stumbled upon this enchanting scene.
His breath caught, and he felt a rush of blood to his head.
His chest was burning; he quietly walked to her side, wrapped his arms around her, and gently kissed her cheek.
"Feeling more relaxed now?" Ning Youguang slightly turned her head and asked.
"Much more relaxed." Shi Wangyue supported her delicate shoulder, discreetly adjusted her bathrobe.
Then he sat beside her, tilted his head, and gazed at her deeply.
