Puppy
Shen Wuxiao hung up the phone and pursed his lips disdainfully.
Talking to trash like that really felt beneath him.
But anyone who was even a little bit useful naturally had to be exploited to the utmost.
Shen Wuxiao put away his phone and went upstairs.
He headed straight for Yun Zhiyi's room.
It was not that he wanted to do anything—he just wanted to sleep while holding his wife.
When he reached Yun Zhiyi's room, he simply pushed open the door.
After walking in, he saw Yun Zhiyi leaning against the headboard, reading a book.
Only the bedside lamp was on. Its light fell over her body, leaving Shen Wuxiao staring blankly at her beauty.
Yun Zhiyi wore only a creamy-white camisole on her upper body.
Her lower body was beneath the covers.
Her exquisite face, slender neck, and smooth shoulders.
Beneath the lamplight, they were shrouded in a soft, fair, hazy glow that stirred the soul.
She looked exactly like a painting of blooming crabapple flowers.
Yun Zhiyi saw Shen Wuxiao arrive.
A captivating smile rose on her lovely face.
She closed her book, set it on the bedside table, and opened her arms to Shen Wuxiao.
Shen Wuxiao tugged off his clothes, took off his pants, and leaped onto the soft bed.
He merely rolled to her side and into her embrace.
Yun Zhiyi was fragrant and soft, and Shen Wuxiao found that scent irresistible.
Whenever he smelled it, he wanted to do something fierce.
Only with Yun Zhiyi did Eldest Young Master Shen seem like a puppy.
Lying in his wife's embrace, he felt utterly content.
"Wife, smother me..." Shen Wuxiao said with a grin.
"Then... then I'll take it off!"
Yun Zhiyi was about to sit up.
"No, keep it on. Just wrap me