The cozily arranged living quarters were enveloped in the steam from three dishes and a soup, still giving off a misty warmth.
Lin Yuchang was filled with hot tears, it had been a long time since she felt cared for, valued... The irony was that this feeling was happening after divorce, with a "lover".
One could only imagine how repressed her past life must have been.
The worse Zeng Xianyong was, the more intense the contrast she felt, and at this moment she ceaselessly sought to draw Shen Yuan closer, as if wanting to meld his entire being into her own.
Shen Yuan also felt Mrs. Lin's ardor, if initially it was purely primal desire, it had now turned into an emotional fusion.
The pig kidney soup he just finished drinking might have played a part, as Shen Yuan quickly got in the mood.
The aroma of the food, mixed with Lin Yuchang's body fragrance, wafted around the dinner table.
