Chapter 1

“Qi, you’ve been married to Jiang Mo for so long, hasn’t it been inconvenient at all?”

In the third year of my marriage to my blind husband, my assistant finally couldn’t resist asking me in secret.

As I flipped through the documents, I replied nonchalantly, “No, it’s been quite good.”

Yet, different images flashed through my mind.

Jiang Mo’s blindness was caused by an accident later in life.

That cold and exquisite face, paired with those vacant eyes, seemed almost desecrated by a mere touch.

Thus, at certain times, the sense of taboo becomes even more alluring.

“Qi.”

In bed, Jiang Mo liked to hold my hand, guiding it inch by inch downward, his voice hoarse, “Touch it.”

“I can’t see. What does it look like there, baby, can you tell me?”

A pair of cold, vacant eyes.

And a face flushed red, filled with desire.

His low voice whispered with overwhelming longing.

Forcing me to catch his burning desire, almost scorching to the touch.

“Jiang Mo…”

I moaned softly.

His hands didn’t stop, yet he lifted his head.

Carefully “staring” at me, he asked, “Is it uncomfortable?”

Jiang Mo had said many times before.

He couldn’t see.

So, in front of him, I didn’t need to hide.

He would only use his hands, tracing my face, bit by bit sketching the expression I wore at the peak.

Then, his fingers would slip between my lips.

Saying:

“I understand.”

“Qi, you want more.”

“I can’t see, but I can taste it…”

Too sensual.