Playing dumb
The morning light filtered through the windows of Shen and Lina's bedroom. Lina was awake before her husband. Her head was tucked under his chin, as her soft hair covered his strong, bare chest.
She smiled softly. She had slept dreamlessly and peacefully. Shen's jawline was perfect, chiseled and sculpted. His skin was like marble and his lips thinly set in a line. He always smelled so good and familiar. He was her peace.
His soft breath, as he slept, blew gently against Lina's forehead. He was still in deep sleep.
Lina felt a sudden pang in her heart.
'He must be exhausted. He never rests, always working, always worrying about me. My sweet husband, not once has he deceived or hurt me since we met. I promise I will treat you better than a king', Lina thought to herself.
As her mind wandered, she began to fantasise about what it would be like to live a normal life with Shen.