"Wife, yes, that's it, so comfortable. Help me."
Just when he saw his wife's slender fingers lingering over his childhood photo, he thought, if those fingers lingered over him, how wonderful it would be. When it became a reality, he realized that the feeling was beyond wonderful; it was indescribable.
"Wife, yes, that's it, so comfortable."
"Wife, I love you."
"Wife..."
However, halfway through, An Nan stopped.
"Wife, you can't do this!" Lin Mubai felt he was going crazy.
"Why not?" Only then did An Nan have time to observe the room's arrangement—typical man's room, simple decor, cold colors, a wall filled with countless trophies and certificates, clearly showing how outstanding this man was.
Seeing An Nan distracted, the man on her got upset again and angrily lowered his head to bite her.
If this happens halfway and stops several times, her future happiness might be ruined.
