"My Husband, I have missed you!" Bia Xue hugged the flabbergasted Wang Ling. She buried her face to his neck and got a whiffed of his sweet scent.
The sweetness that wafted over to Bai Xue was nostalgic. It was a mix of that particular night and something from the distant past. It was that special to her, but within her, there was a conflict that cannot surface.
"Let me out," it says, but Bai Xue didn't care as she felt secure from Wang Ling's embrace. She let out a pur as if she was a cat and closed her eyes and began enjoying his embrace, "It had been so long." She whispered, full of warmth.
Being as attentive as he is, Wang Ling was well aware something was amiss. He peered through her with his crimson eyes, but he couldn't see through enough.