Jiang Yun respected Wu Tong greatly in certain matters and never forced her will; at this moment, he was simply holding her to sleep.
Wu Tong was different from him; she couldn't achieve his calm and collected demeanor. Even though she was past the age of fluttering heartbeats, her face still flushed uncontrollably. She turned her back to him and shrank her shoulders.
"We are just temporarily not divorced, don't have any improper thoughts."
Pulling the quilt up to her chin, Wu Tong's voice was muffled, and both her demeanor and body language were evasive.
Jiang Yun tightened his arm around her slender waist, pulling the already close distance between them even closer until there was no gap left. A flurry of kisses landed on Wu Tong's neck, his voice husky with intense longing, "Come back to the country with me. I know what I want now; I hurt you before, I'm sorry."
This was the first time that night Jiang Yun had made a promise to her.
