Wen Yanqing turned the screen off and tossed the phone onto the bedside table.
He laid back on the bed, propping his head up as his fingers slowly combed through Lin Gantang's messy hair.
Lin Gantang was in a deep sleep and did not feel a thing.
Wen Yanqing kissed her face. Lin Gantang frowned and tilted her head to continue sleeping.
Wen Yanqing looked at her affectionately. His eyes were as warm as winter's afternoon sun, and his affection was so strong that it almost overflowed.
In the past, even holding hands was something he could only dream of. Now, she was sleeping quietly beside him. When he opened his eyes, he could see her sleeping face. When he reached out, he could hold her in his arms.
All the waiting had been worth it. She would eventually stay in this house and become its mistress.
Wen Yanqing recalled the urge to possess her when he had been aroused last night. His eyes flashed slightly and he smiled.
