Did she want to draw closer?
Zhou Yitang occasionally harbored different thoughts, but she never expressed them openly, only through subtle actions. After spending a long time together, Chen Yi knew her well. A woman like her, rigid and dull, rarely conveyed her feelings through words.
Without hesitation, he gently pulled her into his embrace.
Zhou Yitang leaned forward silently, and Chen Yi's hand naturally slid below her back. She paused slightly but said nothing, letting Chen Yi enjoy the sensation of ivory-like skin.
Chen Yi held her tenderly, somewhat lustful but not crossing boundaries.
Despite being husband and wife for two lifetimes, moments of peace were as rare as one could count on one hand.
After a long while, as the time was right, Chen Yi took a deep breath and loosened his embrace, yet the one-armed woman seemed reluctant to part, leaning forward again.
Her hip line gently arched, with Chen Yi's palm lightly pressed by her tailbone.
