Qin Mu pursed her lips, suppressing her laughter. This was not the first time she knew, but every time she watched him change the bed sheets, she felt a sense of accomplishment, a feeling of elation.
How lucky she was to be his wife.
Later, her stomach felt a bit cold, so she snuggled closely against Mu Yichen, unwilling to leave.
Mu Yichen held her tightly after she fell asleep, afraid that if he let go, her stomach would feel cold.
So Qin Mu slept well that night, nuzzling against him, absorbing his warmth, and also his passion.
In the latter half of the night, Mu Yichen felt the fire that had vanished in the early part of the night was rekindled by her touch.
But...
When Qin Mu woke up in the morning, she still felt as if she were in a dream.
Looking up, she saw him lying beside her, his features like a masterpiece crafted by the heavens, so beautiful that she couldn't resist sketching them with her hand. She even held her breath, afraid of disturbing his rest.
