After ten or fifteen days apart, the couple finally has some time alone together, and their longing for each other, both mentally and physically, is no longer restrained.
The light in the bathroom is a warm, yellowish glow, their figures reflected in the mirror opposite them.
In the mirror, the man stands behind, the woman stands in front, but her chin is tilted up, her side profile facing the mirror.
The man behind is lowering his head, pecking near her lips.
Wen Xian's ears redden slightly, and the hand bracing against the sink unconsciously tightens.
Logically speaking, they already have two children, she shouldn't be shy or blushing, but when they slightly part and she turns to look at the mirror, breathing softly, her vision hazy, some thread inside her snaps.
Her mind buzzes, thrown into chaos.
However, just as he's touching her from behind, suddenly, there's a knock at the door—
"Knock knock...!"
