From the very first time he laid eyes on Wang Xin, he felt inferior, and he didn't even dare to entertain any profane thoughts about her in his heart.
But by some twist of fate, he ended up involved in a series of events with this woman, as if a painting had come to life.
He never dared to imagine that this woman would try to please him like other women.
But reality, it actually happened.
No matter whether it had really happened or not, he still felt somewhat inferior.
After all, he and this woman did not belong to the same world; they should never have had any interaction to begin with.
Wang Xin was a wealthy young heiress, a woman akin to a painting, while he was just a country bumpkin without a family background or a college education.
The difference between them was like heaven and earth.
Wang Xin returned to the bed and once again pulled the blanket over them, covering them both.
On the cramped bed.
They cuddled together.
