Pei Yansi met her eyes and didn't feel anything was amiss. He reached out, as he always did, pulled her into his embrace, and firmly pressed her waist.
Not giving her any chance to retort.
"I think you've forgotten that I already told you not to even think about divorce."
Shen Heyu, in his arms, smelled the familiar scent of his expensive cologne mixed with a faint aroma of tobacco.
It created an indescribable scent, deeply familiar, the scent of him in her memories. She closed her eyes, feeling exhausted, "What good does it do us to keep entangled like this?"
Pei Yansi remained silent, simply holding her. He felt her body temperature while she was in his arms.
He liked these days when he could feel her presence, feel her by his side, when he could reach out and hold her.
He would never be able to let go.
After a long time, he buried his voice in Shen Heyu's ear, "You better behave, our wedding is next month."
