Unable to restrain himself any longer, Gu Yuying picked Luo Qingli up by the waist and headed toward the large bed covered in rose petals.
In the murmurs, whose breath disturbed whom, whose tenderness enchanted whom...
A night of delight. The next morning, when Luo Qingli awoke, the first thing she saw was the captivating and enchanting gaze of Gu Yuying.
Gu Yuying smiled at Luo Qingli and gently brushed away the stray hairs on her face, "Good morning! My dear wife!"
"Good morning!" Luo Qingli lazily responded.
She had just woken up but her consciousness wasn't fully clear yet.
"Qingqing, did you sleep well?" Gu Yuying's gentle, faint smile remained on his lips.
"..." Did she sleep well? Hearing those words, Luo Qingli's consciousness cleared.
How could she have slept well when someone had been toying with her all night? They had agreed to be more restrained. But...
