After their lovemaking, Ziyan turned away from him, pulling the duvet over her, concealing the shameful marks on her body.
She thought he would leave as he had done before, but unexpectedly, he drew close, embraced her from behind, clasping her hand in the dark, feeling for her ring finger and sliding on a cold object.
Ziyan was startled and turned her head, looking at him perplexedly.
Tang Shaosheng had prepared a lot to say, but now it all seemed too cheesy. He simply pulled her closer into his arms without saying a word.
After all, it had been a year, and despite an unpleasant, even terrible relationship, they were still husband and wife.
While indulging in outward excesses, the one he missed the most was still a fixed haven.
When he was hungry, she would cook a bowl of noodles for him; when he was tired, she would lie quietly in his arms.
