He whispered close to Wen Lingyue's ear, his warm breath on her auricle, "After all, you've always been good."
When everything was over, Wen Lingyue got up with a body sore from fatigue, preparing to leave.
Zhao Hanchen sat on the bed with a laptop on his legs, his head lowered as he dealt with something.
He had just taken a quick shower, and water droplets slid down from his hair.
"Mr. Zhao... I'll be going then."
"Hmm," Zhao Hanchen said, "Close the door behind you."
Wen Lingyue smiled and agreed.
She knew what Zhao Hanchen liked about her, so she never overstepped boundaries.
Yet unbidden, she thought of the climax on the bed, when he never once kissed her.
Wen Lingyue thought that perhaps Mr. Zhao harbored someone in his heart, an unforgettable presence for years, etching traces deep within, becoming a wound that wouldn't heal.
But she didn't know what kind of stunning beauty this woman must be.
