Perhaps in a marriage, four years is not a long time, and they have yet to reach the seven-year itch.
Or maybe because they never took it too seriously, when neither heart is fully invested, they both remain indifferent and nonchalant.
But once the heart's call is answered, once a place is reserved for the other in the heart, then one will go to great lengths to become familiar with everything about the other.
His large palm, with its thin layer of callus, seemed to stir her memories yet again.
It made her recall, time and again, how his fingertips with calluses drove her swiftly over the surging waves of passionate love.
Bei Ran has always been unable to resist his "approaches," and this time was no exception.
Disheveled breaths, disordered clothes, and his gaze that had never left her.
"Qingchen..." Bei Ran's hands continued to twist and turn, and of course, including her delicate body, which was writhing unconsciously.
Gu Qingchen said nothing.
