Sure enough, Xia Zheng, deep in sleep, was enjoying this long-missed softness.
Lin Yuan bit her lip and silently took his hand away.
It wasn't that she didn't want to; it was that she really couldn't.
Sighing, Lin Yuan suddenly asked, "Ah Zheng, it's already been four months. Do you, do you want to?"
Hmm?
The sleepy Xia Zheng hadn't quite caught on to what Lin Yuan meant by "wanting," and instinctively murmured in agreement.
But maybe there's a certain unspeakable sensitivity in this area that men have, so he quickly shook off his drowsiness, widened his eyes, and looked at Lin Yuan with a face full of longing, "What, Madam, do you want to as well?"
Seeing that burning gaze of his, Lin Yuan's face immediately turned red, and with a snort, she pushed his face to the side, "I don't!"
"Oh."
The response she got was an extremely disappointed and deflated syllable.
