In the master bedroom on the top floor, Aidan Lucas and Lily had just finished a round of lovemaking.
He picked up the already sleeping woman and took her to the bathroom, carefully cleaning her up.
Afterwards, he gently and quietly placed her delicate little body back on the bed.
Covering the woman with a thin quilt.
Aidan Lucas then lay on his side next to her.
Propping up his head, he gazed unblinkingly at the sleeping visage of his beloved.
The sleeping Lily, her eyes closed, those usually misty, peach-blossom eyes.
She looked so delicate, so serene.
Even a man like Aidan Lucas, quite rarely, felt a sense of peaceful times.
His hand involuntarily touched her delicate cheek.
The silky touch was like that of a peeled egg white.
The man's eyes darkened slightly.
It wasn't until he saw Lulu that he realized.
His Lily might just be that girl who gave him hope the first time he took control of this body.
