The next morning, Shao Lin had reached for the other side of the bed.
She scrunched her brows, wondering where her husband was. His side of the bed was empty, but the sheets were sunken and warm, leaving the print of the occupant that had recently slept there.
She shifted from the covers when she heard the bathroom door open, and Long Yat-sen had stepped out of the steaming shower with nothing but a towel over his shoulders and his waist.
Shao Lin's eyes widened, her lips parted as she looked at him.
She was able to get a look at his powerful form before on their wedding night, but nothing like beneath the glory of full lighting. Indeed, he was more breathtaking and stark than she'd ever thought, ever known.
His ice-blue gaze collided with hers before he came over with a few strides. Shao Lin gulped as he neared, his scent filling her nose.
"How did you sleep?" he asked huskily, standing before her.
