Lin Zhenxin had most of her face buried in the soft pillow, with a faint indigo hue beneath her eyelashes.
As if he could never get enough, Li Yanan's gaze never left her face for a moment.
His slender fingers slowly traced her delicate and soft skin.
There were still faint traces left by him…
Clearly, Li Yanan was very satisfied with this.
"Zhenxin..." he softly called her name.
Lin Zhenxin didn't react at all; she hadn't slept well for two days.
Even the cleanup after their passion was done by Li Yanan for her.
Her entire body, even down to her toes, felt soft—a sensation unknown to those who haven't experienced it.
He reached out to playfully tease Lin Zhenxin's chin.
The softness beneath his fingertips gave Li Yanan a sense of indescribable satisfaction.
He liked living quietly like this with her, without any worries from the past's trivial matters.
Nor did he have to care about the Li Family or the Tu Family.
