Delphine was a bit frustrated, got up to change into a sexy black nightgown, and then lay down under the covers, deliberately snuggling up to the man.
The man's eyes flashed with a spark, his Adam's apple bobbed, then he decisively tossed the book aside to embrace his wife.
"Weren't you going to read?" She shifted away a bit, slapped his hand away, and smiled with her big dark eyes wide open.
Ignatius Leclair had been cultivating patience for many days; now as he saw her silky black hair cascading over the pillow, setting off her small face like jade, her phoenix eyes becoming more profound, regardless of her intention, he wanted to agree to everything.
Delphine pressed down on his large hand, saying, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Can it wait till tomorrow, hmm?" The man's voice was hoarse to the extreme, a flash of reddish glow flickering through his suddenly profound phoenix eyes.
