Deep love, eternity, hope, hand in hand
After a good night's sleep, Wen Xinya woke up to find that the sun was already high up in the sky. She stretched lazily and felt refreshed, without any signs of jet lag.
In the air, there was still the faint fragrance of bitter orange, but the person beside him was already gone.
Wen Xinya's bare feet stepped on the camel-colored carpet. The exquisite and complicated love slave on her ankle looked as if it had been a day for many years.
The thin white chain outlined her delicate ankle with an unparalleled sense of beauty. The black pendant fitted her Jade-like skin and gently swayed between her legs in an enchanting manner.
Ever since si yiyan had devoutly placed this slave of love on her lap, she had never taken it off for so many years.
It had witnessed her and Si yiyan's love for more than ten years, as well as countless loving scenes.
"You're up. Did you sleep well last night?" he asked.