That winter was unbearably cold.
It was too cold outside, and Shen Jing began to get lazy, snuggling up to Zhou Luchen in bed, not wanting to go out and not allowing him to go out either.
Zhou Luchen uncharacteristically indulged her. After they were finished, he asked with a low chuckle, "Are you addicted?"
"You're the one who got me hooked," Shen Jing pressed against his chest, letting his fingers gently caress her back.
This addiction ran deep, so deep she had grown accustomed to craving it.
The things Zhou Luchen taught her were like opening a wondrous magic box; she reveled in the experiences, unwilling to restrain herself.
The bedroom was unlit, with only the faint neon glow from the high-rise across the street filtering in.
"Come to Switzerland with me after the New Year."
Zhou Luchen never asked for her opinion; he only made arrangements.
