After Chen Zhi left the house, Si Ye lay back down on the bed and took a deep breath. The air was filled with the sweet, fragrant scent that Chen Zhi had left behind.
This woman, she was his.
She would always belong to him...
Just thinking of Chen Zhi made Si Ye feel comfortable all over, even the air seemed to become sweeter.
A slight smile involuntarily curved his lips, and a gentle light naturally shone in his eyes.
He got up to wash and went downstairs.
There he saw Chen Zhi bustling about in the kitchen. She was dressed only in a floral cotton nightgown, her hair casually pinned up as she busied herself by the counter, looking very beautiful.
He watched her with a smile, even hearing her hum a tune softly.
It seemed her mood was very good.
Si Ye entered the kitchen and quietly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, startling her.
