After half a year of marriage, Rong Jing and Su Yinwan never lived together, always living separately.
In the eyes of the Rong family, Su Yinwan was gentle and graceful, a competent Mrs. Rong...
"Let's just roll the dice. If it's greater than three, I'll call him. If it's less than three, I'll ignore it and go to sleep."
So she took out her phone and opened the dice-rolling page.
She took a deep breath and pressed the send button with her index finger.
He stared intently at the dice that kept spinning.
Upon closer inspection, the side that had stopped displayed a bright red dot.
Okay, the result is one.
Then go to sleep obediently.
Su Yinwan turned off the main light in the bedroom and lay down on the bed.
One o'clock in the morning.
Rong Jing came back after all.
He changed Su Yinwan's dressing just like he had done the night before.
Seeing that his wound showed no signs of healing, the man became somewhat angry.
Can't she take better care of her body?
Does he really have to watch her all day long, preventing her from moving around and changing her dressings on time?
He wanted to wake the sleeping woman in front of him and give her a good scolding, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
After changing the dressing, he really wanted to stay with her, but he had to go to the US on a business trip the next morning, with a 5 a.m. flight.
After gently covering Su Yinwan with the blanket, Rong Jing leaned down and kissed the woman's forehead and the lips he had longed for.
I really wanted to delve deeper, but I held back.
He looked at Su Yinwan one last time with reluctance.
He then reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.
She walked quietly toward the door.
At this moment, Su Yinwan hugged him tightly from behind.
Her head was pressed tightly against Rong Jing's broad back.
There was a pleading tone in his voice.
"Please don't go, okay?"