It was getting late.
Without the festive noise of the crowd and fireworks, the world quieted down as night fell. Snow kept falling down in silence and adding to the white cover on the ground.
Mo villa was extremely quiet. Li Qin and both maids had gone to sleep. The house was masked in darkness except the master bedroom on the second floor with its light on.
He Xiyan kept herself busy in the room. She took out a deluxe dark blue duvet cover set from the closet and replaced the sheet and cover that had been used for ten days.
Her husband, Mo Yixuan, was somewhat a germaphobe who disdained any dirt or disorder, even a hair on the floor disgusted him. Knowing that, she personally cleaned their bedroom every day.
After making the bed she took a cleaning towel from the bathroom and wiped every dirt off the night stands and side table by the couch. She then examined the floor in the bedroom and the bathroom in real earnest until she had picked up the last few hairs.
The door opened.
The man who came in was in a black suit that fit him very well and showed his long legs and a physique comparable to a model. He had a well-framed face – ink-black eyes, tall nose, and thin lips slightly pursed – that's elegant but also cold as snow.
"Ahem…"
He coughed in a low voice with his hand by his mouth, but it was still heard by the woman.
He Xiyan turned around and looked up, meeting his gaze where no emotion can be read from.
"Yixuan..." She called him softly and lit up a smile. She reached out to take off his black jacket as she had always done, and swept off out of habit the dirt that might had accidentally fallen on it.
"It must be cold outside," she took the man's hand – it was colder than hers.
"Give me a second. I'll go get the water ready for a hot bath so that you'll feel warmer." She said that with concern while walking toward the bathroom, but her hand was held back before she could take a second step forward.
The man's hand is much bigger, her hand in his. She could feel the warmth flowing through their fingertips.
"I'm hungry, Yanyan," said the man with a deep voice and finally some tiny bit of expression.
"I'll go make noodles for you. Just a moment."
He Xiyan reached for the remote on the nightstand and turned up the room temperature a little before she turned around and ran to the kitchen downstairs.
Suddenly the room fell in silence. The man closed his eyes and then opened them with an undetectable hint of fret. He looked around the room he could not be more familiar with – clean and organized as usual, not even a hair at large, just like three years ago.
He then shifted his sight to the clothes on the couch with the tags still on. It was a coat, perfect for the weather. He picked up the coat with his slender fingers and unfolded it to put it on himself.
He felt much warmer soon.
A familiar message tone broke the silence.
The man took out his phone from the pocket and glanced through the message on the screen.
He seemed fidgety again and locked it. But it sounded again, again and again. Five, six messages flushed in.
He took out his phone for the second time, lips pursed, and quickly typed something back. He then just shut the phone down and tossed it on the couch.
All was captured by He Xiyan when she came in.
She stood there, with her mouth opened and her face getting paler.
How many times has it been? Why does he still have messages while at home?
The man soon noticed his wife stood transfixed at the door.
"What's on your mind, Yanyan?" He pinched her little cheek and took the beef noodle that was still hot.
The butterflies in his stomach were temporarily drowned by his craving for food.
He pigged out on the noodle that tasted good as always.
He Xiyan clasped her fingers. Her face looked paler than normal under the light. For several times she fluttered her lips before she could actually ask the question.
"Yixuan, who was that?"
"Er…" Mo Yixuan paused with chopsticks still on his hand. His face flashed an emotion that's hard to determine – could be fidgety or guilt – but went back to calm right away.
"It's Shen Tao, leader of the new project. It's the first time for him to take over a project of this scale. He's probably nervous." He explained at ease and kept finishing the noodle as if nothing happened.
It didn't set He Xiyan's heart at ease, though. Teeth clenched, she gave up on continuing at last.
She walked toward her husband and put her hand on his shoulder to give him a massage, rubbing and pressing with the amount of pressure just right; she's gotten the hang of it.
"You must have been very busy lately, Yixuan," she dipped down, breathing softly to the man's neck.
"Hm…"
The man then seemed to think of something. He put down the bowl and turned back to look at his wife.
He pinched her pinky cheek again.
"Have you showered?"
His voice suddenly turned silky.
Xiyan nodded.
She showered an hour before he even came home.
"Good. Go to bed. Wait for me there!"
Having said that, Mo Yixuan marched right to the bathroom.
——
Water sound could be heard once in a while from the bathroom. He Xiyan pursed her slightly pale lips, staring at the ultrasound report with her clear eyes. She looked over it a few more times until she could even memorize the numbers.
Without knowing it she put her hand on her belly, and she twisted to look at the snow falling outside, her eyes filled with hope. She knew, in spades, that he looked forward to it just as she did.
The bathroom door opened and out came the man of a finely tuned physique, his skin tanned in a healthy manner. He was wearing an ivory robe with the belt loosely knotted, exposing a large area of his chest. Seductive yet dangerous.
He Xiyan put down the paper in her hands in no time and slipped it into the night stand drawer before sliding into the warm duvets. A blush showed in her face.
They had been married for three years, god knows how come she's still so shy.
"Yanyan, I've got too much on my plate lately. I'll come home more often to be with you as soon as I have things sorted out." Mo Yixuan gently brushed away the hair on her forehead and blinked his deep eyes, where also hid his guilt for this woman.
"I understand, darling," said Xiyan in a small voice, with the "darling" even smaller. Only in their bedroom would she call this man this way whom she'd gingerly loved for five years and whose heart she'd won with great efforts.
Mo Yixuan pulled the woman into his arms and against his body. Feeling her breath sending warm air onto his chest, he dipped down and kissed her on her rosy lips.
He tasted her lips, devouring her, his body burning in the erotic air.
The night light flickered in an erotic manner. The carpet received the clothes tossed to it, the man's and the woman's.
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