Zhao Wuyan held the cup in her hand, its surface still warm from the hot water, much like the temperature in her heart at that moment.
Her tender eyes, full of affection, gazed fixedly at Tang Si. A shy blush bloomed on her fair face, like that of a young woman.
Tang Si’s expression was indifferent. He watched her finish the water, then took the cup from her hand and placed it aside. “You should go rest. I still have some work to deal with.”
“Mm.”
Sensing Tang Si’s tone had softened considerably towards her, Zhao Wuyan felt a surge of warmth within her. She clasped her hands together, nervously picking at her fingernails. “That…”
She stammered, finding it difficult to speak her mind.
“Is there something else?”
Tang Si glanced at her and asked.
“Si Bing, can… can I sleep in our room tonight?” She said ‘our room,’ naturally referring to Tang Si’s room.
Although Zhao Wuyan slept in the master bedroom, which was the marital room, she felt that a room truly became a marital home only when Tang Si was there.
The man hesitated for a moment. “I’ll come to your room later.”
“Really?”
Zhao Wuyan’s eyes lit up. Overjoyed, her heart soared with excitement.
“Go on, then.” Tang Si replied with little emotion, simply nodding, and buried his head in his work.
Zhao Wuyan stood by the desk for a while. Not wanting to disturb Tang Si, who was focused on his work, she left the study with lingering glances back, returning to the bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, she fought to contain her nervous excitement. Restless, she paced back and forth. Finally, her eyes brightened, and she immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. Wrapped in a bathrobe, she found a pair of alluring, light blue lace long-sleeved pajamas in the closet.
As the bedroom was air-conditioned, the temperature was just right, not cold at all.
Zhao Wuyan then used a hairdryer to dry her long, dark hair, applied hair oil, and looked at her sleek black hair in the mirror. She picked up a strand, brought it to her nose, and inhaled a faint, pleasant scent.
She pursed her lips into a smile, imagining how her long hair would brush against Tang Si’s face during their intimate moments, and how he would surely love the subtle fragrance of her hair.
Lost in thought, she stood before the mirror for a long time before coming back to her senses. She sprayed perfume three times into the air above her, then stepped forward and twirled, letting the mist settle on her body.
This way, the scent wouldn’t be overpowering, but a subtle, natural, and fragrant aroma.
With everything ready, Zhao Wuyan finally lay down on the bed.
Pulling the covers up, she began to feel a little warm as she waited. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she felt incredibly sleepy.
At some point, the bedroom door finally opened.
Zhao Wuyan, in a daze, saw Tang Si walk in. She said, “Si Bing, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Tang Si turned off the bedroom light and walked to the bedside.
Before he could speak, Zhao Wuyan asked, “Why did you turn off the light?”
“Mm. It was too bright. I don’t like it.”
He replied.
His words made Zhao Wuyan’s imagination run wild, intensifying her feeling of feverish anticipation. She even felt an urge to pull him into the bed with her for a passionate, uninhibited encounter.
“I’m going to take a shower and will be right over.”
“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”
Zhao Wuyan was incredibly excited. Battling her fatigue and sleepiness, she waited for Tang Si.
After a long while, the bedroom door opened again.
Hearing the soft click of the door closing and the sound of footsteps, her heart pounded, her anticipation growing.
In the darkness, the man walked to the bedside and sat down.
Impatiently, Zhao Wuyan wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his back. She murmured, “Si Bing, you’ve finally forgiven me. I’ve waited for this moment for so, so long.”
The man placed his large hand on top of hers, then turned, lifted the duvet, and slid into the warm embrace of the bed.