After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

Before long, the car slowly drove into Qingwu Garden.

Song Jin was still asleep.

Bo Sinian did not wake her up immediately.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and sat in the car, quietly watching her.

The night blended with the lights in the courtyard, softly outlining her exquisite features.

Her long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and her long eyelashes cast soft shadows beneath her eyes. Her breathing was shallow, and the tip of her nose rose and fell slightly with her breath. Her usually sharp brows and eyes were completely relaxed, devoid of any defensiveness, and her lips were gently pursed, quiet and gentle.

Bo Sinian suddenly recalled many scenes from the past.

In his opinion, Song Jin was also a person with high energy.

But after they got married, she seemed to become lethargic.

For example, after having dinner at the old house, they returned to Langyuan and chatted in the car. As they talked, she started to yawn and soon fell asleep leaning against him.

For example, when watching a movie with a tight plot and excellent reviews, she can say she's sleepy during the most intense fighting scenes, then lie down on his lap and fall asleep instantly.

He even suspected that her excessive sleepiness might mean she was pregnant.

A couple of days ago, he came across an article that said when two people feel sleepy together, it's not because they're bored, but because something more sophisticated and precious than infatuation has arisen—a sense of security and trust. Sleepiness is a signal that the body is allowed to release after confirming that it is 100% safe.

So, after so many years of misunderstandings and separation, does Song Jin still trust him?

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing aside the strand of long hair that was obscuring her eyes. The movement was gentle and restrained, carefully avoiding her gaze.

The lamplight swept across his sharply defined face, revealing the unfathomable depths of his eyes, so dark and so profound, as if immersed in a thick night, containing a myriad of emotions, heavy and weighty.

"Song Jinye, are those cheap goods even worth a second glance?"

His voice was low, carrying an innate arrogance, but the tone deepened slightly at the end, revealing a hidden bitterness and resentment.

She clearly thought those male models were nothing to worry about, but the thought of the way she had looked at them, and how she had stared at them several times, made her feel uneasy.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

His gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, fell on his front; beneath his shirt, the lines of his muscles were faintly visible.

The fabric is stretched taut, concealing a strength it can be proud of.

The dim light and shadow fell on the undulating outline of the fabric.

He had a tall and straight physique, and a belly full of noble arrogance.

A glint flashed in his eyes. If there was no possibility of being with Song Jin from now on, what was the point of maintaining a facade of dignity?

His slender fingers moved down to the shirt buttons at his waist. His well-defined fingertips hooked the edges of the buttons and gently twisted them.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Song Jin's scattered consciousness gradually returned.

The car was dimly lit, and she hadn't fully opened her eyes yet. She felt a warm, firm touch in her hand, yet with a lively elasticity, like a man's abdominal muscles.

Wow, that's a great figure.

She wasn't fully awake yet; her soft fingertips unconsciously touched and stroked herself repeatedly, thinking she was just immersed in a beautiful dream.

She didn't know how long she had been touching it, but the increasingly realistic sensation made Song Jin feel that something was wrong.

The firm, warm texture of the skin beneath my palm is clearly defined, and with each touch of my fingertips, I can feel the slight tension in the muscles.

Too clear.

She gathered her scattered thoughts and slowly raised her eyes.

"Have you touched enough?" A deep, magnetic voice gently whispered in my ear, sounding incredibly real.

Then, her hazy gaze met those dark and deep eyes, and she realized what she was doing.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, only to find her hand still resting on his waist and abdomen, and she instantly froze.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Bo Sinian grabbed it.

"What? You're going to run away after you've touched me?"

Song Jin instinctively felt that she wasn't that hungry, but Bo Sinian caught her red-handed, and she seemed to have no excuse to refute him.

"Me... I unbuttoned your shirt too?"

Bo Sinian suppressed the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat in his chest, his face still displaying that indifferent and aloof demeanor. However, the place where her fingertips had just touched seemed to still retain the warmth of her palm, and the muscles all over his body remained tense.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he forced a calm expression as he spoke: "Otherwise what? Did I shamelessly unbutton it myself? Even if I wanted to loosen it, I would only unbutton the top two buttons."

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Song Jin frowned and forcefully pulled her wrist away from his hand.

He could have easily woken her up or stopped her from acting recklessly.

"Why should I stop it?" Bo Sinian asked in a flat tone, with a hint of self-righteousness.

"It's not like I don't have the looks. If I don't let you see some good ones, you'll find those average-looking girls quite spectacular."

Song Jinye: "...You're quite confident."

"So, are you satisfied with what you touched?" he asked in a low, husky voice.

His gaze was fixed on Song Jinye, seemingly calm and composed, but his heart was secretly pounding, waiting for her reaction.

Song Jin's palm still seemed to carry that memory. The warm and elastic touch remained clearly on her skin, lingering there.

"You're so greasy!" She gave him a disgusted look, quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and hurried into the mansion.

When Aunt Wang saw her return, her face lit up with a warm smile. "Professor Song is back?"

She paused, looked Song Jinye up and down carefully, and asked softly with genuine concern in her voice, "Are you alright?"

Song Jin also looked puzzled, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "What's wrong with me?"

Aunt Wang: "Your face and ears are a little red. Did you eat something and have an allergic reaction?"

Song Jinye: "..."

It's all Bo Sinian's fault!

"Um... I'm fine. It was probably too hot in the car just now. Where are the two kids? Are they asleep?" She quickly changed the subject.

"Yes. I was tired from playing, so I took a shower and fell asleep in bed almost immediately. You must be tired after a long day, so go upstairs and rest early," Aunt Wang said considerately.

That night, after Song Jin fell asleep, she drifted into a dream.

In Langyuan's bedroom, warm light gently spilled out as Bo Sinian emerged from the bathroom, his black hair still damp and dripping with water. Water droplets slid down his sharp jawline, rolled over his firm neck, and disappeared into his well-defined chest.

He wore only a loose white bath towel around his waist, barely covering his slender waist, making him extremely sexy.

Amidst the rising steam, her broad shoulders and back, and her smooth, taut waistline were fully revealed, every inch of her muscles a direct allure and seduction.

His gaze was fixed on her, filled with a powerful yet restrained affection. Song Jin subconsciously swallowed, her heart pounding erratically…