She lay there, her fair arms hugging the silk quilt, sleeping so sweetly.
Shen Yufeng's heartbeat gradually became more rapid.
Looking at the little woman deep in slumber, Shen Yufeng felt his heart torn and delicately perplexed.
Previously, he had little interest in women; to him, having women around was utterly trivial.
Originally, he truly thought that he was destined to live his life alone.
However, ever since he met An Xiaoyu, it seemed like nothing ever followed its set course anymore.
He exhausted all his wit trying to get close to her, to inch into her life, to touch her heart, and even resorted to deceit to marry her!
Thinking back on that moment, Shen Yufeng found it unbelievable.
He was always decisive and firm in his actions, but when it came to An Xiaoyu, he hesitated.
God knows, at this moment, how much he wanted to possess her fully, to truly make her his woman!
But she trusted him so much…
