At Yan Ting and Banxia's engagement party, an evening gathering was hosted at home too, attended by close friends and family only.
Banxia, being pregnant, had gone home to take an afternoon nap. As night fell, she felt something lightly brushing against her cheek.
Lazy and unbothered, she turned over and ended up nestled into the chest of a man lying beside her. The familiar scent made her open her eyes.
"Why did you come back?" Banxia's lips curved into a smile as she snuggled closer to the warmth of his chest.
Yan Ting's fingers gently combed through her long hair, his voice low and husky: "It's already dark. I've been busy preparing for tonight's dinner party!"
"You've worked so hard!" Banxia thought Yan Ting looked especially handsome today, exuding charm. From the way he handled the guests, it was clear he had incredible social finesse.
