He held her tightly. Even though his face and chest were faintly aching, he felt an incomparable joy, an indescribable exhilaration. This feeling intensified, especially when her hot tears fell on his face. It brought a sense of security too profound to put into words—as if he had recovered something precious he had once lost.
Xixi, I can't let you go, not now, not ever.
She melted in his arms, as if she could clearly hear his inner voice. This greedy man, he had never planned to let go of me, not even if I had to remain his secret mistress for a lifetime.
The bed was spacious, but she curled up in the farthest corner, keeping a considerable distance from him. Despite his passionate feelings, her defensive attitude made him hesitate.
He moved a chair to sit in front of her, his voice gentle, "Xixi, don't be afraid. Rest for a little while."
An angry howl rose within her. How can I sleep in a wolf's den?
