His actions moved her more than all the material sacrifices he had made. This man was the hero in her heart—at least, from this moment on, he was.
She suddenly paused. She saw the wrinkles on his forehead.
Unbelievable. How did this guy get wrinkles? How had I not noticed them before? Did they suddenly appear overnight?
She gently extended her hand, her touch very light as she stroked those few wrinkles, attempting to smooth them out. He was still fast asleep. Only when he slightly turned his body did his arm habitually bend, gently holding her close.
In the past, he often went out, and I had always thought he was out partying and carousing. It wasn't until later that I realized he was extremely busy. A man that busy couldn't possibly have countless women, nor would he have the energy for them. But still, this guy was definitely no saint.
Yan Xixi sighed silently, tiptoed off the bed, and closed all the curtains to dim the light.
