He leaned down, his lips as if to brush against her face, yet never actually doing so, his voice lowered, whispering slowly and clearly by her ear, "What if I said... I've got my sights set on you?"
Her heart suddenly clenched at such proximity and even more so at the words that reached her ear.
He spoke with a casual lightness, but having been husband and wife for two or three years in the past, she understood a bit of his temperament; his words already carried an undercurrent of determination.
Not to mention that at this moment, they were holding each other naked.
Wen Yi didn't speak, her mind was somewhat chaotic, and at times like this, she was almost accustomed to not responding, waiting until she regained her composure to react.
She pushed away the man's hand that rested on her waist, flipped off the covers, got out of bed, and picked up the messy clothes thrown on the floor to barely cover her key parts before walking straight into the bathroom without a glance at him.
