When the last door shut, Yueyao lifted her face fully to meet his gaze. Her lips curved, not into a smile, but into something sharper, "Now it's only us in here, what do you think?"
Her voice was steady, unyielding, and for the first time, Jin Shuren realized the woman who had once clung to him like a fragile shadow was gone. What remained was something far more dangerous, someone who would not beg, but claim.
And she had chosen to claim him.
"Do you know who I am?" He curiously queried eying her.
"You are Jin Shuren, my husband, who else can you be? Are you doubting me?" She warmly eyed him as her hands sneaked around his body.
Jin Shuren's gaze deepened, searching her face for any trace of hesitation, of the fragile woman he had once known. But what stared back at him was certainty that was so unyielding, consuming, and dangerously serene.
