"Shishi…"
His call of her name seemed to melt into her bones.
With hooded lids, the man's thin lips moved against her ear as he murmured her name and lovingly caressed her hair. He loved seeing her in such a lazy and intoxicated state very much; she looked like a temptress at this moment.
It had never crossed his mind that he would ever be so obsessed with a woman.
He was mad for her as he continued to sink in this relationship uncontrollably.
He had, all along, prided himself as a man with self-control and who would not be infatuated with those he should not be infatuated in; if he could pick it up, then he would also be able to easily put it down.
Now, though, he was tethered to his heart.
While it left him somewhat annoyed, he was also basking in bliss, which was a contradiction.
Men, too, were fickle-minded at times. They longed for freedom and warmth.
The woman snuggled into his arms.
