The whim that had rushed to her head gradually subsided. She took a deep breath and popped the dried fruit into her mouth.
She could still taste him on her lips.
How sweet…
When Bo Jinchuan came out of the shower, Shen Fanxing had already fallen asleep on the couch.
Walking closer to her, his heart ached at the sight of her curled body.
For the past few days, they would sleep together occasionally. Often, in the later half of the night, when she had fallen into a deep sleep, she would tend to bend and curl into a ball.
There were a few times when he forced his arms around her to prevent her from turning her back on him. Even then, she would burrow into his embrace unconsciously in the middle of the night.
At first, he was happy, but gradually, that feeling dissipated.
That was a sign of insecurity.
Such an independent and headstrong woman had revealed her fragility and unease in the night when she was alone.
