Gu Qingxin lightly curled her lips, her fingertips tracing the shape of his lips, and delicately explored the inside of his mouth.
"You're playing with fire!" Beiming Han's eyes flashed with a cold light as he bit her mischief-making finger.
Embarrassment flickered in her eyes, she secretly scolded herself for her lack of decorum - this man was no stranger, he was her husband after all.
Even if she was trying to seduce him, it was only natural.
Their intense and passionate encounter roused Beiming Han, even if this little minx lay still, she was an irresistible lure to him, let alone when she was this proactive.
Exhausted after their romps twice, Gu Qingxin no longer wished to move even a toe. Beiming Han picked her up in his arms and suggested, "Let's take a bath together."
Gu Qingxin responded softly – she had hardly slept the night before and was on the verge of falling asleep.
