Luo Tianlin straightened his back.
The faint fragrance of the young girl, tinged with a lemony scent, lingered around his nose suddenly. The smell was fresh and slightly sweet.
Meanwhile, the girl's clean and delicate little hand, which was so soft that it seemed to be almost boneless, rested on his body out of all the places that it could have landed on.
The moment they came into contact, his eyes darkened deeply.
During their wedding ceremony, he had only posed close with Xia Bohe for perspective photography and had never made any other forms of intimate contact.
This woman had been so terrified of him for these few years that she had been hiding from him by all means.
Moreover, he had never held much interest in women all along, thus he was reluctant to accept someone forcibly coerced into marriage with him.
They had gotten married just to ease the hearts of their critically ill elderly family members.
