That night, he didn't return until it was late.
She'd never been able to sleep well.
She would wake up at even the slightest movement.
This was a habit that had been cultivated for many years.
Therefore, she knew when he came back.
However, she closed her eyes and didn't move.
The man first went to the other bathroom to wash up.
Then, he went to bed carefully.
He gently held her in his arms again and did not move.
Before long, she heard his steady breathing.
Her eyes opened in the dark night.
She felt the warm hands around her waist and his chest against her back.
For some reason, a teardrop rolled down her cheek...
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The next morning...
When she woke up, he was still sleeping.
He held her waist tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go.
"Aren't you... going to work?"
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