The thought flashed through Fang Yuan's mind like lightning. Every muscle in his body tensed in an instant, all sleepiness gone, and his right hand instinctively reached beneath his pillow.
Just as he was about to spring up, a soft, warm body carrying a trace of coolness silently slipped into his embrace.
"Husband, don't open your eyes... it's me."
It was Liu Wanwan's voice, but the way she called him "Husband" was soft and light, carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.
The final note curled sweetly, utterly unlike the usual way she called him her husband. Only the young ladies of wealthy city families spoke that way.
Though it was his first time hearing it, Fang Yuan felt as though a feather had lightly tickled the tip of his heart.
Fang Yuan's hand beneath the pillow stopped. His body remained stiff, and he was somewhat dazed.
"Wanwan?"
The moment he spoke, intending to ask, "Why did you come over?" all the words that followed were swallowed back.
Two soft, warm lips, and the faint scent unique to Liu Wanwan—
the clean fragrance of soapberry mingled with a woman's natural scent—instantly enveloped him.
Fang Yuan's mind buzzed, as though something had exploded within it.
He instinctively wanted to push her away, but his palm touched the fine skin beneath her thin nightclothes and her faintly trembling body.
In the darkness, with his sight stripped away, his other senses became extraordinarily sharp.
He could clearly feel her rapid heartbeat and smell the clean fragrance in her hair.
He could feel the slight yet unyielding strength in the arms wrapped around his neck.
He hesitated no longer, nor did he think any further.
What had accumulated in his body, suppressed for so long, erupted like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
He turned from guest