Afterwards, he carried her into the bathroom.
Throughout, Jiang Lai never opened her eyes, comfortably enjoying Shen Liao's gentle tenderness.
Exhausted, Jiang Lai quickly fell asleep, unaware that the man beside her never took his gaze away, planting gentle, cautious kisses on her forehead one after another.
"I'm sorry, I won't let you go again this time."
Knowing his own scandalous past, knowing how despicable and low he's been, even someone as proud as Shen Liao could feel humble and timid, afraid that she'd continue to dislike him, even more afraid that she'd run further and further away, like before when he knew she was somewhere out there, he'd at least think and steal a glance or two.
But now, Jiang Lai had voluntarily come back.
Shen Liao felt as if his heart was swelling, never losing that warm, comforting heat.
He knew this was Jiang Lai giving him a chance, and in his ecstatic joy, Shen Liao cherished this hard-won sentiment and affection all the more.
