Shen Yuhui handed the initiative over to her, his intense, burning gaze locked on the face of the woman he loved. As their eyes met, the long wait only made him more impatient. He closed the distance between them, pressing so close that she didn't have the slightest chance to dodge.
Clearly, Cousin had taken advantage of him just a moment ago—why not take a bit more now?
He wondered inwardly, completely failing to notice her soft hand rising to rest against his chest until a tickling sensation brushed across his face. The man dropped his hand, his breath catching, and he moved his jaw to let her fingertips stroke his cheek.
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