Jiang Ruan counted in her heart how long it took him to answer her—more than two full minutes.
Outside was a world of ice and snow, yet the villa remained as hot as midsummer. The purple silk camisole accentuated the woman's slender and exquisite figure, blending girlishness and femininity.
Retracting her hand, Jiang Ruan stood beside him. The man looked down at her, and she tentatively asked in a soft voice, "Do you have something on your mind?"
Bao Ye said indifferently, "No."
He turned his head to look out the window, "Perhaps I've been too busy with work lately."
Hearing this, Jiang Ruan thought about his recent early departures and late returns. Even when he slept with her, by the time she woke from her slumber late at night, the space beside her was always empty.
She got up to look for him, only to find him working in the study.
That tired, lonely profile.
Deeply etched in her mind.
