"I-I'm just drinking alone at home, but at least it's in my luxurious villa sipping fine wine, which is better than being homeless," Yin Xiangli retorted in her defense.
Jiang Xiaobai laughed, "Of course, you're indeed better off than those without a home. But no matter how luxurious the house, or how expensive the wine, it can't ease your loneliness even a bit. Only I can dispel the loneliness in your heart, can fill your emptiness."
"Vain scoundrel!" Yin Xiangli snuggled against Jiang Xiaobai like a lazy kitten.
"Little kitten, the night is long and cold, come, keep me company under the covers."
Jiang Xiaobai suddenly lifted Yin Xiangli up and walked towards the large, soft bed in the bedroom. Yin Xiangli became very nervous, clutching Jiang Xiaobai's arm tightly. Since her husband's death, she hadn't been intimate with another man; she was both eagerly anticipating and dreading what was to come.
"Don't be nervous, I will be gentle."
