Reluctant for her to leave, he bolted forward and embraced her from behind.
Burying his face beside her neck, he infused her with his warm breath and scent. In a dulcet tone, he whispered her name, “Xinyu, Xinyu… All I want is to protect you.”
Xinyu presumed she was sufficiently resilient and detached.
Yet, after experiencing the humiliation Yi Ni brought her, Jiang Yihan’s warmth, shook her to her core. So much so that she wondered: if I did not accidentally get yanked into Ling Yao’s room, when he was drunk, will I have a good life with Jiang Yihan now?
One with no fear of my husband having a band of mistresses outside, where my husband’s women don’t come rapping on my door to show off… but there were no “what ifs” in life.