Chapter 17 - Her only regret (2/2)

'The night view from her would be excellent.' she thought.

By the time they finished packing, it was already late so Lei Zhao cooked dinner for them. After they finished eating, Yan Mei went to take a shower. Yan Mei finished getting ready for bed and walked to the window. She opened the curtain and looked at the city's neon lights and high-rise buildings.

Meanwhile, Lei Zhao went to the bathroom to take a shower after being so uncomfortable with the sweat on his body from all the activities he did today.

Yan Mei stood by the window thinking about how it has already been 5 years. She had changed a lot in these years. Her favorite time of the day was still at night though. At night she could rest for a while, think about her mother, think about how she hated that man, and think about her child. Her poor baby.

Thinking about her child, Yan Mei's eyes filled with pain. Her only regret was that she couldn't be with her child. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

When Lei Zhao came out from the bathroom, he saw her standing in front of the window looking at the neon city. He walked towards her and hugged her from behind. He didn't like how her back looked so desolate, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

”What are you looking at?” Yan Mei's body stiffened from the hug, but relaxed hearing his familiar voice. She turned around and saw his lower body covered with a towel and his hair still wet. His facial features were extremely handsome under the bright light and his deep eyes were gently looking at her.

Drops of water fell from his hair to his cheeks, down to his neck and chest, and slowly made its way to his bath towel. It was extremely s.e.xy. Yan Mei blushed slightly. She turned her head away and glanced out the window again.

”I think these neon lights are beautiful.”

Lei Zhao lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.

”Hmm, beautiful.”

Yan Mei did not know if he was referring to her or the neon lights. He picked her up and put her on the bed. His lips found hers in a deep and passionate kiss. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her head back. With her neck bare, he trailed kisses and sucked on her tender skin.

Yan Mei gasped and couldn't help but touch his chest. She was still uncomfortable after yesterday's tossing. Her brows slightly wrinkled. With his keenness, Lei Zhao naturally felt her discomfort. He anxiously asked, ”Wifey, what's wrong?”

Yan Mei looked at him and her heart warmed. This man was very careful and keen. She looked at his eyes and saw that there was no hypocrisy, just genuine concern. She blushed and hurriedly looked away, blurting out, ”I'm tired.”