When Wen Xian came to, her breathing suddenly became erratic, her eyelashes fluttering, and she hurriedly reached out to steady herself on the nightstand by the bed.
"Husband, husband..."
She began calling for him.
Lu Xiao was still in the shower, almost done, when he faintly heard Wen Xian's calls. He vigorously wiped the waterdrops from his face and his elongated eyes turned toward the person on the phone screen.
But what he saw wasn't her face; it was somewhere else, the angle very strange, as if the phone had been turned upside down.
Normally, he showered quickly, but for her little whims, he had slowed down his movements today.
He turned off the showerhead, grabbed a towel, and coldly said to her, "That's it for today."
At that moment, he was still completely unaware of what had happened.
Wen Xian's voice came again from the phone, "Ah... husband, come quickly...!"
She sounded very urgent, as if she couldn't wait.
