You Thought Wrong, My Dear (1)

It was dark and chilly, making Lu Xinyi shiver in her sleep. 

Did her husband leave the window open again? She hoped not. The weather was still a bit warm, and Shen Yi had a tendency to leave the window open when he couldn't sleep. She rolled on her side and groaned, her hand reaching up to shake Shen Yi awake. When her hand touched nothing, Lu Xinyi groggily sat up and looked on his side of the bed. 

"Yi?" She called out sleepily. 

His space on their bed was cold, indicating that he'd been long gone before she woke up. Where could he be at this ungodly hour? Didn't he come home with her earlier? Why wasn't he in bed with her?

She heard a low laugh inside their darkened room. The door creaked open slowly; a silhouette of a man can be seen from the doorway.