"Why, you ask. Don't you know that a woman has her needs too, Mr. Lu? You have your needs, and so do I," she said pointedly. She would not believe it if he told her they did nothing but chat innocently beneath their sheets for two years.
Lu Yi frowned. He didn't want to explain anything.
Yan Huan leaned against one end of the sofa and propped her chin up on one elbow, her movements languid like a cat.
"But it's good that you are here, Mr. Lu. I have something to tell you too, you see, and this saves me the time to go looking for you."
"Go on," said Lu Yi with a calm that was so profound that Yan Huan could not read his thoughts. It was almost as if they were strangers. The thought made Yan Huan want to laugh.
Perhaps that was good in its own way.
"As you know, we are bound by a military marriage," she began. She turned the ring around her finger gently, her gaze stopping at Lu Yi's fingers. His ring was gone.
