She was wearing a silk nightgown tonight, and its smooth texture made her feel like a little loach.
He tried to catch her but couldn't, as she deliberately played hide-and-seek games with him.
Teased by her like this, he felt as if there was a flame burning in his heart...
Suddenly, he lifted the quilt, flipped over, and enveloped her in his arms, lowering his head to kiss her.
This kiss was somewhat out of control, a bit wild.
As they kissed, he reached out, tugging at her nightgown, her heart fluttering wildly from the kiss.
Just when they were about to get into it, he suddenly stopped.
His handsome face was slightly red, and in the dark, his breathing was rapid and heavy...
"He Yingdong, what's wrong with you?"
He had never stopped halfway before.
Now he stopped inexplicably.
After a long pause, he let her go, "I'm going to take a shower..."
After her brief astonishment, he got out of bed.
She reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.
