Chu Xinian gazed at her with extreme gentleness, set aside the hairdryer, walked up to her, lifted her small face with his slender fingers, and carefully kissed her lips.
Qin Yiren seemed to be enchanted by his tenderness, staring fascinated at the man's dark eyes, restraining her body's instinctual resistance, and silently accepting his gentleness.
After a long while, the kiss ended.
Qin Yiren gently gasped, raised her eyes to look at the large bed not far away, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Chu Xinian, are you tired?"
"Yes."
Chu Xinian guessed what she was hesitating about and simply pulled her up from the sofa, leading her by the hand to the bed: "Please, my princess."
Qin Yiren glanced at him with a bit of shy annoyance and cautiously took a spot on the edge of the bed, leaving plenty of space for Chu Xinian.
Once, when she and he were still an engaged couple, they had lived together for a few months.
