Striding inside, along the petal-marked path, Zhou Wang carried Ji Xiaoxi all the way into the master bedroom.
The orange light just illuminated the snowy 2.5-meter bed, with pink Luoshen Roses forming the most cliché heart shape on the sheets, yet it seemed so fitting at that moment.
Zhou Wang carefully placed Ji Xiaoxi onto the bed and leaned over to kiss her again.
"Mmm!"
...
Perhaps seven or eight minutes passed, or maybe only a dozen seconds, Zhou Wang immersed in the moment couldn't sense the passage of time, only dazzled by the crescent-like white.
Previously always in a rush, Zhou Wang had never truly admired Ji Xiaoxi's beauty.
Until that moment, when Ji Xiaoxi no longer held back, not resisting, Zhou Wang felt astonished.
Ji Xiaoxi spent her life pursuing the Lord's guidance, and Zhou Wang, at this moment, was also on a pilgrimage.
Just at a certain moment, Ji Xiaoxi gently pushed Zhou Wang.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Wang raised his head confused.
"Not right..."
