Seven Days of Love

Fuck.

“My three-thousand-yuan Chanel stockings!!” My heart ached as if it were being sliced by a knife, and I grabbed his forearm, sinking my teeth into it to vent my frustration.

“I’ll buy you more.” He kissed my temple. “You can only wear them at home for me to see.”

I grumbled and whined.

In the end, I was so exhausted that he had to wrap me in his coat and carry me into the elevator down to the parking lot.

Thankfully, there was no one around.

After Jin Lan dropped me off at home, I woke up in the middle of the night thirsty and realized the space next to me was empty.

He had left a text: “Go back to sleep, I have to head to the office.”

He didn’t return until dawn.