He had just scooped the fish congee into a bowl when he heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him.
Turning his head, An Li was standing at the entrance of the small kitchen.
Her face was pinkish, wearing only a thin strap nightdress, with two delicate straps resting on her shoulders holding up the dress's entire weight.
Her graceful figure was vaguely revealed through the thin fabric, instantly reminding Wen Linyu of the sensation of holding her in his hands last night.
An Li looked at him with a blissful expression, not saying a word, just smiling.
Even Wen Linyu's face showed a slight flush as he said to her, "Go freshen up first, the congee is still hot."
An Li obediently responded, and like a little swallow, trotted off to the bathroom in her slippers.
As soon as An Li left, Wen Linyu breathed a sigh of relief.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself, surprised that at his age, he still craved such intimacy.
