Older man, guiding lover, nine-year age gap, neither has been with anyone else
Young Marshal, no!
Please, don't!"
"I'm sorry..."
"I'll take responsibility for you."
Shen Yuting's body burned with unbearable heat. At the critical moment, just as he was on the verge of losing control, the last shred of his reason suddenly returned.
He was a young marshal who was disciplined and courteous...
She was a timid, lowly orphan...
One reckless night, and they were worlds apart in status.
He was cool and reserved, restrained and distant;
She was humble and cautious, daring not to hope for love.
But through the long days and nights, love flourished in a world torn by war.
The young marshal, who had always been cold and unfeeling, fell for her step by step, surrendering to tenderness.
"A Ruan, do you think I'm too old?"
"Shen Yuting, I don't want this anymore. I'm so tired."
