Shen Shihan gave a sheepish smile, What's so good about her anyway?
He'd said so much to her, yet she pretended not to understand.
"Shui Fu, it's getting late, I should go. You should rest early. Don't worry about your mother's situation, I'm here."
He reached out and caressed her face. Her complexion was delicate and smooth, tinged with a touch of rouge, making it impossible not to find her beautiful.
He gazed at her, unwilling to let go.
He lowered his head to look at her, his fingertips gently gliding over her cheeks and hair.
This time, unexpectedly, she didn't resist or refuse. She lifted her eyelids to look at him.
Her eyes were still red, but the tears were gone.
As their eyes met, waves of tenderness surged in his heart. He stroked her hair gently, as the alcohol he drank slowly turned into an impulsive desire.
He embraced her, holding her waist tightly.
Gradually, he leaned in closer, his head lowering, inching closer to her...
