"I... I haven't decided yet." Qin Yuhan, the formidable CEO, lowered her head. She was unable to meet Wu Tian's gaze, which seemed to burn with a blazing fire that left her completely flustered.
"I know you're scared, but every journey begins with a single step." Wu Tian knew that what Qin Yuhan lacked was the courage to take that first step.
As her husband, he knew it was his role to give her that courage.
He reached out. The casual gesture alone was the epitome of finesse. Those in the city who considered themselves masters would, upon seeing this, realize that their skills were merely crude peasant tricks.
With a gentle wave of his hand, all of Qin Yuhan's clothes were undone, falling onto the bed. Just as Wu Tian moved to take the next step, he noticed she was crying.
"I... I'm really not ready." The thought of it frightened her. The memory of a drunk Wu Tian from four years ago was terrifying, and she had never been able to forget it.
