Long ago, Yan Xiaye was very clear that not everyone was qualified to receive help from others,
Her heart softened as she lifted her eyes, looking at the man behind her through the clear mirror. She suddenly said softly, "Thank you, Li Yuntang."
The man with his slender fingers twirling her hair ends, raised his eyebrows in some surprise, "Xiaye, why thank me all of a sudden?"
Yan Xiaye shook her head. Some words were hard to say directly, but she believed he understood.
This bashful response made the man chuckle.
He let go of Yan Xiaye's hair ends and instead placed his hands on her shoulders, gently turning her half sideways, and bent down for a long, lingering kiss.
With intimate acts becoming more frequent, Yan Xiaye was no longer the naive girl she once was.
Her slender fingers climbed up to the man's neck, indulging his taking and owning.
