The fiery passion in the room gradually settled into calm. Su Chaoyang tried to catch his breath, looking down at the petite wife in his arms.
Seeing her cheeks blush with a beautiful crimson, her fair skin almost translucent, tinged with a light pink hue, and shining with an intoxicating glow, he couldn't resist kissing her again—
Mu Xiangwan's soft body moved quietly in his embrace, her eyes half-closed as if she couldn't even open them, yet she sweetly responded to his kiss, almost instinctively, nearly overwhelming Su Chaoyang once more.
"Be good, listen to me." He kissed her to soothe her but dared only to give light, gentle pecks.
"Once you give birth to the baby, however many times you want, your husband will agree, okay..." His hands caressed her rounded belly, full of fondness.
Rogue! Mu Xiangwan pouted but couldn't help letting him go.
The man lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. Soon, he returned with a hot towel in hand.