That night, Yu Ting experienced what it was like to be with an insecure Lu Nanchen in bed. From the moment he reached into the bedside table to retrieve something, every touch was gentle, almost reverent. They were inseparable, even their fingers intertwined in the most intimate manner.
Lu Nanchen didn't do much; mostly he kissed her, showering her with affection. After, he took Yu Ting into the bathroom to clean up, and then carried her back to bed to sleep.
The woman in his arms had been busy all day and night and was so tired her eyes were closed.
"Lu Nanchen, you're holding me so tight… It's a bit stuffy…"
"Stuffy?"
"Mmm..." She meant: could he loosen his grip a bit?
"The air conditioner is set to ventilation mode. Go to sleep."
...
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Zhou Chengyan was sitting in a private dinner room, playing with his phone after a call. After a few moments, he put it back on the table.
