At night, the room was suffused with a romantic ambiance.
The two, after making love, were still connected, hesitant to let go of each other for a long time.
At some point, when the cells softened from exhaustion had gathered strength again, Shen Qiyu, nestled in Wen Yi's arms like a child, couldn't hold back and broke the silence.
"Aunt," he called her, always feeling that this was a term of endearment exclusively his, laden with significance.
Wen Yi hadn't yet recovered, lying there listlessly, barely stirring, "Hm?"
Shen Qiyu lifted his head, kissed her on the chin with a steady voice, "Let's… get married?"
He knew that proposing now might seem hasty, but he was afraid that one day, he would still be unable to hold her hand.
Because he was still the Young Master of Shen Family, he still hadn't severed ties with the Shen family, he had lied to Wen Yi.
Fearful that when his lie was exposed, she would leave him.
