"What a wonderful fragrance!"
Xia Bei held the soft and gentle beauty in his arms, burying his face in her snow-white neck, inhaling the scent from her body.
And the fragrance of food from the pot.
He liked this very much, being accustomed to it from his stepmother, often coming up behind her while she cooked.
"Why did you get up so early..."
He mumbled, enjoying her tenderness for a while, then began to move downward.
Vaguely, he sensed a hint of strangeness because she hadn't spoken, only hummed occasionally, and her delicate body occasionally stiffened, a bit constrained, unlike her enthusiasm last night.
Was it because last night was too wild!
She was definitely tired; last night her voice had gotten hoarse.
Perhaps she still felt uncomfortable below!
Although he treated her several times last night, because she was too tender, she might be swollen again.
