In Shang Yin's villa, a lovemaking session had just ended. Yan Wuxu lay on the bed, passionately calling out, "Brother Shang." Her voice still carried traces of undissipated fervor.
"Hmm?" Shang Yin got up from the bed, naked, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it up.
"We've been together for quite a while now, have you ever thought about..." Yan Wuxu trailed off mid-sentence as she too climbed out of bed, her alabaster arms draped around Shang Yin's neck, her body swaying slightly, setting her enticing breasts into motion.
"Thought about?" Shang Yin's gaze lingered on the enticing view for a moment before drifting lower. Yan Wuxu had a well-maintained figure, but there was a tiny scar on her abdomen—a remnant from one abortion followed by a childbirth.
"About you and me. Our plans?" Yan Wuxu hinted, her bright red lips teasing Shang Yin.
"Are you asking if I have any plans to marry?" Shang Yin understood the calculations of women well.
