This enclosed, private space was perfect for doing something foolish.
Patient, focused, gentle.
Like that afternoon when she had just agreed, in the underground parking lot.
And like lovers reunited after a long separation...
Quan Yu had lost control before, but those times he seemed to carry some anger, punishing her without a hint of tenderness.
Ning Guiwan's body was stiff, her eyes closed. Her hands were between them; she wanted to push him away but ultimately didn't, clenching them into tight fists.
...
Only when the breathing by her ear became smooth and long did she feel as though she had come back to life.
Quan Yu's arms were looped around her waist, one in front and one behind. His chin rested in the hollow of her shoulder, his breath, warm and heavy, fanned her cheek, carrying his scent mingled with a faint smell of alcohol.
Is he... asleep?
