The black cotton bedsheet was already crumpled into a mess, with the similarly hued satin quilt half dragged on the floor, half draped over the woman.
She was still deep asleep. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow over her snowy-white skin, like miniature fans.
Her arm, soft and tender as lotus roots, pinned a corner of the quilt, the curve of her lips lifted slightly, emitting a rhythmic breathing sound as she enjoyed sleep as sweet as a baby's. But her sleeping position was far from neat.
One slender leg curled up towards her chest, while the other hung off the edge of the bed from the knee down, the tip of her foot still teasingly hooked onto her high-heels, wobbling on the verge of falling. The red chiffon on her skirt, already short, was completely hitched up at this moment.
Yet, the beauty on the bed remained unaware, making occasional moaning sounds.
A scene that seemed like a masterpiece oil painting.
The man took two steps forward, positioning himself under the hazy yellow light at the head of the bed. His tall silhouette overlaid her, as if a dark cloud shrouded the pristine moon.
Sensuous!
With a slight squint, he pondered. He didn't seem to have ever seen her in such a state.
At this moment, she was like a mouthwatering delicacy presented before him, and he was like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.
Even though he seemed ravenous, he didn’t rush but traced a gentle finger from her forehead down along her hairline, finally stopping at the zipper on her back, pausing.
Where his fingers brushed, it caused an unconscious shudder in her. Her shoulder blades quivered slightly, her whole body curling inward like a snuggly kitten.
The man chuckled lightly, bending to imprint a kiss on her fragrant shoulder. The faint scent of her body instantly flooded his senses, a familiar fragrance as remembered.
As his lips explored down, his hesitating fingers started to reawaken all the memories about her.
How could he indulge alone in such a charming night?
"Umm...." Her actions worked, the woman frowned and hummed, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.
She apparently hasn't completely woken up yet, her dewy eyes are filled with a trace of confusion. She blinked, raising her hand to rub her eyes, but her hand was held in place, meeting with a playful, teasing smile.
"Luo Luo, I'm back!" A cheerful tone, the person behind the voice is in a good mood, his lips curving slightly at the corner, his eyes filled with laughter.
However, these simple few words seem to jolt the woman awake like a thunderclap. Startled, she looks at him, without having a clear view, she is gently overtaken by him, "Luo Luo, I'm back!"
He repeats this over and over again, whispering into her ear, expropriating what he has lost...
She is powerless to resist, or even to recover, her mind and body are filled with him, his scent is full, that's the scent of longing, the scent that she dreamed of thousands of times, the scent that she will never forget for the rest of her life.
Three years!
An entire three years, one thousand one hundred and eleven days, over a thousand days and nights, all the concealed yearnings have only turned into this sentence, echoing around her...
"Luo, I’m back!"
I’m back…
