More than just Thinking
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fu Tingyu froze. It was the first time any woman had ever called him Baby Yu. It was a childish nickname but it felt intimate.
His lips flattened into a thin line. "You have finally decided to return."
He spoke softly as if he was talking in his sleep. If she had not been close enough to him, she would not have heard him speak.
Qin Shu rested a hand on the bed and leaned closer to him. The heavy smell of alcohol clung to him like a second skin. No wonder she hadn't seen him in the study. Did he go out for a drink?
Brushing aside the messy locks that concealed his eyes and forehead, Qin Shu stared into a pair of sharp eyes glinting with a terrifying light. "I've missed you," she whispered.
Her voice was soft and sweet, like a burbling spring or the gentle thrum of a zither.
With his hair out of the way, Qin Shu's beauty shone through. He saw her in his dreams and each time he did, a smile would bloom on his lips from the light she radiated.