She propped her elbow on the sofa, kneeling on the Cartier woven carpet, looking up at him. Meanwhile, he sat in front of her, his gaze lowered towards her, his presence so intense that it almost enveloped her.
Yun Yuwan's hand was on his thigh; using it as leverage, she got up and sat in his lap. He naturally accepted her, as if his embrace had been waiting just to hold her, waiting to wrap her in his arms.
She whispered softly, "Why did you just get back, I've been waiting for you all day."
"What have you been doing in my room?" Wen Yangzhi supported the outside of her thigh.
Her face beamed with satisfaction, "Lying on Wen Yangzhi's bed, smelling Wen Yangzhi's scent, looking at Wen Yangzhi's bathroom, wardrobe, desk."
In Wen Yangzhi's hand was a lighter. He steadied her with only the last three fingers of his hand, the cold lighter pressed against the side of her leg, "Entertaining yourself?"
