Holding the cigarette between his slender fingers, he took a long, slow drag. The smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking him.

But somehow, it made him feel better.

He didn't go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in total.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that it was dark inside the apartment.

The curtains were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a Little romantic.

Waylen tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a bedside Lamp.

Rena was in bed, sleeping peacefully.

Her cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked Like a muse in a beautiful painting.

Waylen couldn't help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft body.

His touch woke Rena up.

She opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her Lip gently.

She didn't dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he wanted.

Finally, Waylen leaned over and kissed her.

The kiss gradually grew more passionate.

After what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his shoulder.

In a soft voice, she gently asked, “Why'd you come back? You reek of alcohol..."

Waylen explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner tonight."

He sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for you, okay?"

Her voice was so soft that Waylen couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her again.

Rena smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist contentedly.

Truth be told, the two of them were both turned on right now.

But Waylen felt that it wasn't fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the end, he stopped kissing her.