Brother Jiaxing soon came back and climbed onto the bed, pulling Xia Xiao into his embrace. Xia Xiao protested, "No, it's really hot like this."
"It's cold now, where is it hot?" Brother Jiaxing insisted.
"You're like a furnace," Xia Xiao said.
"That's perfect, we don't need to use a quilt then," Brother Jiaxing pulled off the quilt.
Xia Xiao pinched Brother Jiaxing's waist and said, "I never realized how shameless you were before."
"Who needs to be shy when being intimate with one's own wife? If anyone is shy, they are either hypocritical or they don't like their wife."
No sooner had Brother Jiaxing finished speaking than Xia Xiao gave him a sharp pinch, "What wife? It sounds so awful, like something a bandit would say."
"Wife," with a low husky voice, Brother Jiaxing whispered into Xia Xiao's ear, so suddenly that her ears felt tingly.
"You're cheating," Xia Xiao bit Brother Jiaxing playfully, "Don't talk like that in the future."
