Mu Xiangwan frowned, trying to push him away, but he only held her tighter. Realizing they were in the lounge where someone could come in at any moment, she reluctantly responded to him for a while before escaping, breathlessly asking, "What's really going on with you..."
Her alabaster skin flushed with a rosy hue, looking so tender it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it. Su Chaoyang looked at her, his desires growing stronger. Holding her, he grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Tonight's bridal chamber is ruined—"
The woman glanced at him sideways; so this is why he's being "grumpy"?
"Wanwan..."
His childish complaints made Mu Xiangwan feel overwhelmingly soft-hearted, and her cheeks flushed even more. She gently stroked his face to comfort him, whispering in his ear, "Hang in there... another month, and it should be okay."
