As such, Jiao Yue immediately moved into Ling Tian's yard.
Even if she couldn't see him and dearly missed him, his lingering smell in the room could help ease her longing. Every table and stool, every grass or wood would all have Ling Tian's traces on them. When Jiao Yue slept at night, she would even use the blanket that Ling Tian had covered himself with and there would be Ling Tian's lingering manly aura on the blanket. Every night, Jiao Yue would even shyly feel that she was sharing the same bed with her beloved husband. Thus, every time it was night and before she fell asleep, even if she was alone in the room, Jiao Yue would be filled with embarrassment whenever she took off her clothes…
