Zhuo Junyue pressed her beneath him in one swift move, grabbing and undoing the belt of her robe.
Su Ningyan couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, with her hands braced against his chest.
Looking into his fervent eyes was like staring at two flames burning intensely, making her heart race.
"Husband... husband... no... didn't we say we were going to sleep?"
A simple sentence stuttered out of her.
Zhuo Junyue looked at her nervous little expression; it had been so long, and they even had a child.
In this aspect, the little thing hadn't changed at all, still that shy and tensed-up little expression.
But he, on the contrary, was dead in love with this look of hers.
This little temptress, not to mention her teasing him, sometimes just one glance from her could make him feel like his entire body was on fire.
He pinned her hands above her head, while his other hand gently stroked her face.
"Wife, don't be scared..."
