Jiang Zhixun hadn't seen Shen Qingqing for three months, and just the scent of her made him restless.
He heard she had booked a room at the hotel to celebrate his birthday.
All the planned things were thrown out of Jiang Zhixun's mind.
Walking out from the train station, he directly held her hand and headed to the hotel.
Shen Qingqing blushed, "We haven't seen each other for three months."
"Yeah, so you have to keep me company well."
The man looked serious, as if heading to a battlefield.
Seeing him like this, Shen Qingqing inexplicably felt a bit anxious, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"I do."
He turned his head to look at Shen Qingqing, "I'll say it slowly in bed."
Shen Qingqing glared at him, "Your mind is full of that one thing!"
Jiang Zhixun honestly nodded, "I think about it every day."
When he was abstinent, he often dreamed of his wife, doing all sorts of things in his dreams.
