She hurried over with quick, tiny steps and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
He paused for a moment.
Then, looking down, he saw her fair skin, her translucent little hands interlocked against his abdomen, feeling the trembling of the woman behind him.
Why?
Was it because she was still hesitating, because she was forcing herself, or because of some other reason?
He gave a forlorn smile, then grabbed her hands and gently, bit by bit, pulled them apart.
"Yixuan—!"
He took a step and walked outside, and just before leaving the room as usual, with his distinct air of clarity, he tenderly reminded, "It's late at night, my wife should rest early."
Then, he pushed the door open and left.
Dong Huiying suddenly felt as if something had changed. He had left, and it seemed as if he took a piece of warmth from her, leaving a large void in her heart.
Tell him!
She couldn't hide it any longer!
She thought, she must have made a very serious mistake again!
