You poked me

The warm yellow wall lamps bathed the bedroom in a soft orange glow, and the sheer curtains were half drawn.

The cold light of the computer screen carved out a bright patch in the darkness, shining onto Li Dan's face.

Its flickering glow outlined his faintly upturned lips. Isabella's kiss landed along his jaw, carrying the sweet scent of her usual lipstick, soft as a cloud.

Li Dan gently stroked Isabella's back, but a faint, almost imperceptible feeling crossed his mind.

If he really had to nitpick, Isabella's only imperfection was probably that she was too slender.

Compared with the strikingly voluptuous Hachishaku-hime in his memory, she was the opposite extreme.

One was a surging tide; the other, a tranquil shoal. Her upper body in particular was slender enough to seem delicate, lacking some of that lush fullness a man could lose himself in, yet possessing a fresh, graceful charm of its own.

Aside from that, though, she was almost flawless. Her silky hair spilled over his shoulders like a waterfall, its ends carrying a faint perfume that mingled with her body heat into a comforting scent.

Her long, thick lashes brushed his skin as she kissed him, bringing a tingling tickle.

Her voice was soft and sweet, and her little murmurs sounded like a kitten asking for affection, every syllable tugging at his heart.

Isabella had clearly noticed his distraction. Her lips moved from his jaw to his neck, and she lightly bit his collarbone with a touch of petulance.

She could feel that the man in her arms wasn't thinking about her at all. Those eyes, which should have held nothing but her reflection, were glued to the cold computer screen instead.

A little resentment welled up inside her. She had specifically turned down work today to stay