The curled eyelashes gently closed. After a moment, they slowly opened, and a glint of brilliance flashed across his eyes.
"Good morning, my wife." He looked up and smiled faintly.
"Good morning, dear." Mu Qianyue returned the smile.
Today was New Year's Day, so both Mu Qianyue and Nalan Jing donned vivid and festive new clothes.
"My wife, after the New Year, you're another year older. I wonder if we can start our baby-making plan?" Nalan Jing looked at her seriously and asked quite solemnly.
Mu Qianyue twitched the corners of her mouth but still pondered seriously for a moment, "It's still too early to have a baby, but since it's New Year's, I can give you a little benefit."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing's eyes lit up, and he immediately transformed from a holy deity to a devilish demon, pouncing over to embrace her slender, soft waist, with his lips descending upon hers.
His warm lips were imbued with heat, deep emotions, and a tangled tenderness, dominant and wild.
