Leng Youchen hurried back to Dongshan Villa, gliding in his wheelchair into the living room. Seeing Wei Anning curled up on the couch watching TV, his heart, suspended in mid-air, suddenly fell back into place.
When Wei Anning heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling over the floor, she sat up straight in an instant, emitting a hint of tension, "You, you're back already, didn't you say you had social engagements this evening?"
"They got canceled at the last minute, so I came back early to be with you," Leng Youchen said, his arm braced on the sofa as he lightly leaped next to her, instinctively stretching his hand around her waist.
Wei Anning's body stiffened suddenly, and she carefully tried to move to the side. The next second, she was pulled forcefully into the man's embrace, and her breath caught.
The man's hand slipped under her clothes, his rough, warm fingertips pinched her waist, "Wife, your waist has become even finer, like that of a fairy."
