The soft little foot kicked against his palm, and Young Master Sheng reflexively grabbed her ankle. The cloud that had lingered on his heart seemed to have dissipated significantly in an instant.
She really came back.
Young Master Sheng put the towel back in the bathroom and returned to Su Weiyi's side, standing quietly by the bed for a few minutes. He turned around to the other side, took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, and with one sweep of his long arm under Su Weiyi's neck, he pulled her into his embrace.
When Su Weiyi's head rested against his chest, Young Master Sheng trembled all over. It was like holding the whole world in his arms.
Sated, turbulent, yet fearfully cautious.
Young Master Sheng slowly closed his eyes. Su Weiyi still had a slight smell of alcohol on her, not the sweet softness of before, but for Young Master Sheng, it was already good.
The bone-eroding longing, how many nights he couldn't stop dreaming and missing till he went mad.
