After a night of passion, does what remains always turn into tenderness? Into indulgence?
Gui Xi didn't know, nor could he ever know.
Guan La, this woman, is bold and confident. She faces love with ease and grace; she can leave cleanly and swiftly, without a trace of sentiment.
As a result, Gui Xi couldn't comprehend what love meant in her eyes.
The night outside the window remained beautiful. Guan La lay on the bed, too tired to move, while Gui Xi embraced her from behind, closed his eyes, and kissed her back.
Guan La remained still, only speaking softly, "It's late. You should go back."
Gui Xi's eyes trembled slightly; he wanted her to ask him to stay, but upon reflection, he realized it was a foolish dream. He knew Guan La's character clearly over the years.
He took a shower and put on his clothes. Meanwhile, Guan La still lay on the bed, covered by a thin quilt. Her beautiful and fair back was half exposed, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
