Lin Hai was completely disoriented.
Sighing softly, he took her arm and infused a gentle Gang Qi along her pulse.
With such aid, Xiaoya's recovery speed was expected to be accelerated.
"Xiaoya, my wife, I want you to kiss me once more, as a way to cherish the opportunity."
Lin Hai shamelessly made his last request.
With a "pop," Xiaoya kissed Lin Hai's cheek, her slightly cold red lips lingered in his mind.
"Uh, I misspoke, it should be lip to lip, a wet kiss, with tongues entangled would be best."
Lin Hai felt his face was thicker than a city wall.
Obediently following his words, Xiaoya adorably leaned forward, her lips nearing Lin Hai's.
"Hold on!"
"Xiaoya, first say, 'Husband, I adore you so much, I want to have your monkeys.'"
This was called preemptive cultivation of feelings.
When men reach a certain age, they are no longer like animals that glare with eyes shining and get uncontrollably aroused at the sight of a woman.
