Hearing Yang Ming's words, Xiaoxiao's face turned slightly red. She pursed her lips into a smile, closed her eyes, and let Yang Ming take charge.
After being away for a couple of months, moments like these were rare and not entirely satisfying.
Now that they were finally home, the two naturally had a passionate moment, which kept them busy until late at night.
Afterwards, Yang Ming felt a great sense of satisfaction. He lay there holding his wife, "Honey, how do you feel?"
"Feel about what?"
"Just now!"
"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless. Did he really have to ask about that? Men really are...
Did he really need to hear her say he was great and amazing?
Xiaoxiao's little fist playfully hit Yang Ming's chest, "It's late, go to sleep."
Yang Ming's mouth curled into a smile. He pulled his wife closer and whispered, "I heard you yelling so loudly. Did it feel good?"
Xiaoxiao felt a bit embarrassed. She hadn't wanted to be noisy, but she had to admit, it was pretty great.
