It was already one in the morning. Shen Yanchen entered the password and opened the door. Apart from the smell of alcohol on him, one couldn't tell he had drunk a lot.
He looked down and saw a pair of women's leather shoes beside the shoe cabinet, pausing for a moment. He hadn't expected her to return tonight; he thought she would stay at Mo Ming's place.
He looked down and continued changing shoes; by this time, she must be sound asleep.
Walking directly to her room, his steps were no longer light as before, making noise, but the woman on the bed didn't wake up.
He sat down by the bedside, and the soft bed immediately sagged a little.
He raised his hand to lift the quilt covering her face, revealing her sleeping visage. Without too much staring, he bent down and pressed his lips onto hers.
This time it wasn't a gentle touch but a possessive gnaw, inch by inch claiming her...
