He gently rubbed his nose against Nan Fei, murmuring discontentedly, "Wifey, I hope you get well soon, so I can love you fiercely."
Nan Fei's cheeks were flushed as if drunk, and upon hearing someone's shameless words, she let out a soft sound, like a hum through her nose. With a soft, delicate voice, she said, "You... mm ah..." Just as she uttered a word, the intense stimulus made her unable to continue her sentence, turning into fragmented, deeply enticing whispers of pleasure.
Fire burned in Huo Beijiang's eyes, his gaze intensely fervent.
"Alright! I need to take a shower." Using her last shred of sanity, Nan Fei pushed someone away and hurriedly got out of bed, quickly walking into the bathroom.
She had already memorized everything in this bedroom, so she could walk steadily and accurately without needing to fumble around.
