That night, Lin Banxia slept soundly. Waking up in the middle of the night, she could still feel the warmth of the man beside her. How long had it been since she felt this?
In the past, when she was still his wife, every night she had fallen asleep in his arms, and every morning she woke up with traces of his lingering warmth.
It was a shame that those days had long since passed. Now, this moment of tenderness was nothing more than stolen indulgence.
Lin Banxia woke up around six in the morning and found herself reluctant to go back to sleep.
She secretly opened her eyes and cautiously stole glances at the man's strikingly handsome face.
He was truly stunning—the chiseled features carried an aura of sharp masculinity and undeniable charm.
Lin Banxia couldn't resist reaching out her hand, wanting to trace his flawless features.
Just as her hand extended, it was suddenly gripped tightly by a large palm.
