In the hotel's large bed, after physically exhausting themselves, the two remained entwined, reluctant to part.
"Have you really thought about me every day?" Tong Yunshu asked softly while nestled in the man's embrace.
Yang Fei caressed her smooth, jade-like skin and involuntarily nodded: "I have."
"Do you think about me as a person, or just my body?" Tong Yunshu asked.
Yang Fei paused, feeling somewhat ashamed.
His desire was more physiological, fixated on Tong Yunshu's body.
Yet, he also thought of Tong Yunshu as a person, just not as intensely as he did her body.
An otherwise clueless man about romance and atmosphere slowly awakened to a certain talent and blurted out: "Both, the kind that's desperate."
He had restrained himself from seeing her, which was the greatest loyalty and respect Yang Fei could grant his marriage and to Qin Yanyang.
Now that he was here and had done what he had, he chose to cast aside the guilt he felt.
