At first, hearing a familiar voice in a daze, Lu Sheng thought she was dreaming.
But she quickly realized it wasn't a dream.
The unmistakable scent of burning incense, the warmth of their bodies pressed together, and the lingering touch of his kisses on her skin—all of it was so real.
A man's deep voice echoed beside her ear, accompanied by warm breaths that sent a tingling warmth rising to her earlobes.
"Why are you… here?"
Lu Sheng opened her eyes to meet the man's deep, affectionate gaze, and instinctively asked.
"After I returned to Jiang City, I've been handling work. Once I settled everything over there, I came."
Li Muchen spoke as he kissed the girl's slightly warm earlobe. "Lan Yu sent me the address and had a servant bring me to this room. You were sleeping soundly and didn't hear me come in."
Seeing her lover and being held so tightly in his embrace, a sense of security overwhelmed her completely.
Her first instinct was, of course, joy.