"I won't let you enjoy that."
Her tone was chiding, with autumnal eyes and flushed cheeks. She glowered at Zhao Rong, her gaze a mix of longing and reproach, sorrow and joy, tenderness and firmness…
The myriad of feelings and the bittersweet pangs of separation that entwined a woman's heart,
were all conveyed in that one glance as she looked up.
Zhao Rong was stunned, blinking.
"Qian'er, let's go back to the manor."
Lingfei didn't glance again at her husband, who seemed to always harbor 'bad intentions'; she turned and left.
This wicked man had bluntly and confidently spoken of lusting after her body.
Lingfei didn't know whether to be annoyed or pleased.
Reaping the benefits and still playing coy… Don't know how to enjoy it? Then just don't enjoy it at all!
And, can't you be more subtle... like she was, desiring every bit of her beloved, the only one in her heart … also craving his body … yet always keeping it hidden within, never to be spoken aloud...
