Emerging from the bathroom, Fu Yanlin found that Wen Sheng was still awake, leaning on the bed and staring blankly at the wristwatch in her hand.
The bedroom had only one dim floor lamp turned on, casting its light on Wen Sheng's exquisite face, looking like a breathtaking oil painting. She had just taken a shower, and her hair, long like seaweed, was spread out casually, tranquil and beautiful.
At that moment, a phrase suddenly flashed through Fu Yanlin's mind: "I wish there were times I could turn back to share a deep love that lasts a lifetime."
How wonderful it would be if such a beautiful scene could last a lifetime.
"Wife, what are you looking at?" Fu Yanlin slipped under the blanket, drawing Wen Sheng gently into his arms. She just took a shower, and her body had a faint scent of shower gel, which was quite tempting.
Wen Sheng came back to her senses from the daze and said softly, "I'm looking at my dad's watch; Jiajia found a master to fix it for me."
"Let me see it."
