As Yeh Huang lay down, Long Linger finally felt content. She switched off the lamp, turned her body, and nestled into Yeh Huang's embrace, holding his arm tightly.
The warmth from his body slowly transferred over...
This was truly a peculiar new wedding night; the two of them laid together, yet their minds were elsewhere.
Long Linger had no sleepiness. In the darkness, she could feel Yeh Huang's breathing, very uneven, which indicated he was also awake.
After a long time, the sleeping posture made her whole body stiff. She released his arm, turned over, and faced away from him, which made her feel a bit more comfortable.
But not long after, she sensed he got up; there were faint footsteps moving away.
She felt a little sad, thinking he might leave.
However, he did not; he only stood by the window, opening a small pane and smoked for a while.
