The bathroom light suddenly went out with a snap, and Lu Hechen was startled. He was washing his hands when the light went out and felt the door open. Weilan's familiar figure rushed in.
He was taken aback, turned off the faucet, and was about to speak when he felt Weilan hug him from behind.
Lu Hechen's heart trembled, and he softly said, "What? Having a change of heart and remembering your poor man?"
Laughing, Weilan leaned against his back, her hands fumbled on his waist, and she finally spoke, her voice muffled, "I remember now, is it too late?"
"It's not too late, after all, it's not dawn yet." He looked outside, and it was pitch dark, with nothing to see.
In the darkness, relying only on memory, Weilan fumbled her way into her room's bathroom and embraced Lu Hechen.
She was actually quite excited too.
In this life, she never dreamed she could act so boldly with her husband in her own room in the Shen Family's house.
Her hands roamed wildly over Lu Hechen's body.
