But she came, and instantly, her presence threw his heartbeat into disarray.
Though she hadn't uttered a word, her gaze had said it all. Like him, she yearned madly to be with him, so much so that she wanted to become one with him.
Years as a couple had made them profoundly familiar with each other's bodies, a feeling etched deep into their souls. Their way of expressing longing, like all mature men and women, was to crave a wild tumble into bed.
Yet, he wasn't sure if his current state would frighten her. All he knew was that he never wanted to show this vulnerable side of himself to her; he had never let anyone see his weaknesses, and over time, he had forgotten he could feel vulnerable.
His fingers gently caressed her delicate facial skin, again and again, before he bent down to capture her red lips in a kiss.
In her sleep, Li Qianrui murmured a protest, turning her head to hide, mumbling, "Zhou Jin... Zhou Jin... where are you..."
