At forty, a man is in his prime.
Especially when Luo Yuan was successful in his career. After all, money and power are the greatest stimulants for anyone. And for a businessman, controlling his company equated to holding great power.
This man, judging by his appearance alone, was worth a second glance. Well-maintained and now holding Shan Yingxin in his arms, they looked like a perfect match, as reflected in the shadows cast by the glass windows of the living room.
Warmth continuously flowed from behind Shan Yingxin, warming her bare arms outside the sleeping gown. However, at this moment, she couldn't immerse herself in this warm affection. Instead, she instinctively withdrew her arm, and the fingers that Luo Yuan had affectionately kissed freed themselves from his palm.
At this moment, the complexity in Shan Yingxin's heart was indescribable, even to herself.
