The moonlight was intoxicating.
Mo Chuxi, wearing a silver satin robe, lay seductively on his side in bed.
Raising his eyes, he saw his sweet wife engrossed in work at the desk, glanced at the time, and got up reluctantly.
Yan Xinxin sat at the desk, her gaze fixed on the computer screen.
Suddenly, she felt a familiar hand pressing down on hers as she operated the mouse.
"Xixi number one, don't be naughty."
"I want you to sleep with me."
"..."
Yan Xinxin never thought Mo Chuxi could be so clingy, but reality showed her that a man in love can be more childish than a woman.
Everyone knew how cold and aloof Mo Chuxi was outside, distant and untouchable.
But in front of her, Yan Xinxin, even the most macho man turned into a "devoted puppy."
Yan Xinxin was helpless as Mo Chuxi carried her to bed.
The warmth was comfortable, but not as warm as his breath by her ear.
"I want to tell my darling a story."
