Between adults of the opposite sex, some things can't withstand the scrutiny of reality, and once they are exposed, they spiral out of control.
Wen Zhi looked up to accept what he called a "taste."
The halo of light pouring through the diamond-paned window hovered over the two of them, and Wen Zhi raised her hand to cling to his shoulder as she closed her eyes.
In the days since she had moved into Qionglou, her day-to-day life with Shang Hexing had actually been quite mundane, sleeping separately, with physical contact being the limit. They both knew very well that continuing that affair without clarity on their relationship was ultimately improper.
He desired an official status, to the point of madness, but Wen Zhi just wouldn't commit.
