The little girl was now so shy that she wrapped herself in the blanket, revealing only her delicate shoulders. Just like that, she gazed at the man she loved with soft yet clear, trusting eyes.
By the time everything had wrapped up again, it was already dusk. The gentle warmth of the sunset spilled into the master bedroom through the window curtains, casting radiant shadows across the spacious bed. Shang Xixia leaned against the man's defined chest, utterly drained, not even able to move her slender fingers. She could only use her water-like eyes to playfully pout at the man she loved, gazing at him with a deep and overflowing tenderness.
"Wife, don't look at me like that. Your husband can't resist."
The shameless older man curled his lips into a faint smile, his fiery eyes still shimmering brightly with intensity.
"You…"
