She couldn't help but catch Fu Chengzhou's gaze lingering on her.
After all, she was his wife.
At first, Li Xingwan was fine, but as time went on, she began to feel overwhelmed. She remembered the wine they shared last night, and that moment in bed this morning.
She still felt it now.
Because she had died young in her past life, she hadn't had the chance to experience love or marriage.
So, any of her reactions, and her senses, were somewhat intense.
Including now, as she was cultivating feelings with her original self's husband.
"What's the matter? Why do you keep staring at me?"
Fu Chengzhou's gaze was fixed on her. He narrowed his deep-set eyes. As her gaze traveled downward, she took in her slender, fair legs, irresistibly delicate and enticing.
Thinking about it now, leaving her alone at home for three years was indeed quite risky.
Fortunately, he had returned.
"I'm thinking about something."
"Hmm?"