Lin Gantang finally fell asleep in the dead of the night, overcome with exhaustion.
Wen Yanqing opened his eyes, and his warm fingertips gently caressed her eyebrows, tracing her appearance.
Sleep eluded him from the moment he heard her soft breath as she fell into slumber.
Lin Gantang had told him to be selfish.
Selfish? If he were to be as selfish as he wanted, he would tie her up so she would never be able to leave his side. Trapped, he would freely indulge in his wild thoughts, some of which terrified even him!
He feared that he would scare her away if he truly behaved selfishly.
That Wen Yanqing was not the Wen Yanqing she liked.
It was the version of himself who did as he pleased, without caring too much about what Lin Gantang wanted, just as she had said for him to do. But he could not bring himself to do it.
