The two enjoyed a cozy dinner together and then went out for an evening walk, holding hands.
It was deep autumn now, and the evening temperature was very low; a cold wind blew past, and even though Gu Shengyin was wearing a coat, she couldn't help but shiver.
"Cold?" Xia Wanjun looked at her and, without a word, pulled her hand into his pocket.
Gu Shengyin wasn't actually cold; it was just a reflex.
But she relished the feeling of being cared for by her lover.
The Xia Family's villa was in a notoriously expensive area of City A, where one seldom saw another soul.
"Kiss me, and I'll get warm," she said playfully, winking at the man.
Xia Wanjun glanced at her but didn't move.
Gu Shengyin was just joking to begin with—this man was so serious by nature, it was unlike him to kiss in public.
Just as she was about to say she had been kidding, her wrist was suddenly yanked; she lost her balance and stumbled forward, right into a familiar and warm embrace.
