The villa was right next door to Hua Shiyu's, which was diagonally opposite Li Jiaqi's house.
Strangely, she'd lived there for so long yet never saw anyone living in this villa.
When on earth did this bastard move in?
She dared not shout; he carried her straight into the house...
The villa was warmly decorated, looking very new, not like it had been lived in.
No servants, the space was solely for the two of them.
He was strong, carrying her directly into the master bedroom.
He took off his suit and pressed her onto the bed.
A fiery kiss soon followed.
This was a lingering kiss.
In over a month's time, he had been filled with longing for her.
He had never missed a woman like this before.
Every cell, every nerve ending in his body, was madly yearning for her.
Perhaps with the time together, love had already fused their very bones and blood, making it impossible to separate.
The book was right; she was a rib inside him; without her, he wasn't a complete man.
