Xu Yi responded softly, “Not a wasted wait. Even if it were, I would continue waiting.” A hint of panic flashed in his eyes. “After marriage, can I live close to you? I’m afraid you’ll forget me.” He had heard men were often cherished initially, then discarded and forgotten. He didn’t want that. “If I’m your bed warmer, can I be with you every day?”
“Nonsense,” Jin Yu felt heartache. She recalled Xu Yi’s previous thoughts of becoming a hidden prostitute just to see her. “I won’t have a bed warmer.”
Xu Yi quickly clutched her clothing, not wanting to be abandoned. “Don’t be angry. If you don’t want it, I won’t do it.” He felt disappointed; he wanted to see her daily.
Seeing Xu Yi’s reaction, Jin Yu’s anger turned into tenderness. “After becoming my husband, you can be with me every day.”
“Really?” Xu Yi lowered his eyes.
“Of course,” Jin Yu said, holding his delicate hand. “Had enough touching?”
Xu Yi was stunned and blushed.
Jin Yu kissed Xu Yi’s delicate hand. “Since you’ve touched enough, now it’s my turn.”
Xu Yi’s heart raced, cheeks burning. “You said you wouldn’t…”
Jin Yu silenced him with a kiss, then continued with soft kisses along his wrist and arm, leaving warm marks that made Xu Yi’s heart melt.
Suddenly, Yunmei interrupted, “Go to sleep first. I’ll be back soon. Nothing will happen.”
After Yunmei left, Xia Rong looked worriedly at his back, knowing he needed to protect Yunmei’s safety.
Yunmei walked through the corridor and arrived at Jinyu’s door, but as he stared at the nameplate, he turned to leave in a daze. He then heard faint moans and Xu Yi’s voice filled with desire. Tears streamed down Yunmei’s cheeks as he realized how much he had suffered over two years of neglect. The feeling of lost love consumed him as he moved away.
When Yunmei returned to the room, Xia Rong sat up from the bed, worriedly calling out, “Young Master Yun,” and prepared to get up.
