A night of enchanted passion filled the room with warmth and charm.
Upon waking in the morning, Shen Qiyu looked at the person sleeping soundly in his arms, his lips curling up into a smile that radiated happiness across his face.
His slender fingertips carefully traced the delicate skin and contours of the woman...
Every touch seemed like a heartbeat that captivated him, making him crave more.
Even though she was not a virgin, even though she had been with other men, none of that mattered to him.
All he cared about was her, this person, this heart.
From now on, he would ensure that in her world, in her life, there would only be one man, only Shen Qiyu, who would be everything to Wen Yi.
Feeling last night's passion as if it had not yet subsided, he leaned over to kiss her fair cheek.
He kissed her gently, like a dragonfly skimming water, touching every part of her body.