Leng Youchen sat in his wheelchair, making a phone call, and when he saw her descending the spiral staircase, a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes. She had put on light makeup today, her hair tied up in a bun, with thin, airy bangs that made her look much younger.
She had drawn on black eyeliner, and her sparkling eyes were watery. On her lips, she had mixed a pinkish brown with an orange hue to create a tender and moist color, making her whole being seem fresh and dewy.
Leng Youchen stared at her, feeling a physical reaction in a moment, and lifted his hand to pull his clothes over it. It seemed he really had been abstaining for too long, yet the mere sight of his wife, so fresh and tempting, evoked such a response.
"President Leng, are you still listening?" The person on the other end of the phone had been talking non-stop for quite a while without receiving a response from the man and had to carefully inquire.
