Chapter 95

Shen Ye, who had maintained the habit of waking at six o'clock for many years, found himself sleeping in after a night of indulgence. The sun had been up for quite some time. In the luxurious, oversized bed, soft quilts were strewn in slight disarray over the two figures. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, brightening the room. The man remained tightly wrapped around the woman, who was sleeping with unusual tranquility in his embrace. Her long hair cascaded across the pillow like a waterfall, forming a striking contrast with his short hair. Their bodies were pressed closely together, like a beautiful painting—as if they were a pair born to be together. Su Li felt as though she were being crushed by a heavy stone. As her consciousness returned, she felt a dull ache in every part of her body. As a married woman, she understood all too well what this sensation meant. A wave of nausea surged from the depths of her heart. Since the loss of her child, the two of them—who had rarely been intimate to begin with—had been sleeping in separate rooms. She had never expected such a thing to happen; a profound sense of disgust spread through her entire being.