Your own husband, even with your eyes closed, you can still feel him.
That unique scent, that familiar warmth—even just holding his hand, you can sense it.
This is what they call a deep connection, a shared understanding…
Chi Xiaoyu and Yeh Cangqiong sat on the sofa, their eyes locked on each other for what felt like forever.
Each could see their own reflection in the other's gaze.
Chi Xiaoyu turned slightly and nestled into Yeh Cangqiong's arms, like a well-behaved kitten.
His long arms tightly wrapped around her, holding her close, his chin gently resting on her hair, moving and brushing against it.
"Baby, did you miss me these days?"
"Didn't I tell you I was off finding another man!!"
She toyed lazily with the buttons on his suit, responding with feigned indifference.
"You dare? If I ever find out who it is, I'll kill him!"
He reached out and pinched a delicate inch of flesh on her waist, giving it a hard squeeze. She laughed and dodged away.
"Jerk, it tickles!!"
