Ever since they got married, Xia Yiwan and Yanxi's moments of intimacy could be counted on one hand.
Other than the night before their wedding, the only time was when Ming Yao had a miscarriage in the hospital, and he forcefully kissed her to get information out of her.
Suddenly, he pulled her into his embrace, his body still carrying a faint scent of shower gel.
It was the shower gel she bought, and it was the fragrance she liked.
He usually used his own brand of shower gel; she didn't know why he had used hers today?
The light jasmine scent.
Xia Yiwan's pretty face blushed red as she tried to pull away from his chest.
But the next second, her waist was tightly clasped by him.
Xia Yiwan's heart uncontrollably skipped a beat.
She lifted her head, not quite understanding his intention.
They were about to divorce, was this appropriate?
"Yanxi, what are you doing?"
Yanxi looked down at Xia Yiwan; she belonged to the type that became more attractive upon closer inspection.
