The events that followed were naturally expected.
The woolen cushion on the sofa was pulled down by Bao Ye, laid flat on the ground, as he leaned down and fiercely kissed the woman's soft red lips.
Their breathing was already a tangled mess, passion running deep, his eyebrows and eyes tinged with a shimmering red.
As he kissed her lips, his dark eyes deep, his voice hoarse: "Why so proactive today, hmm?"
Jiang Ruan, like a little vixen, hooked around his neck, her glittering eyes twinkling as she giggled, "Wasn't I quite proactive yesterday too?"
"Mr. Bao, aren't you always self-restrained and rational? How did you get hooked so easily?"
He didn't need her to hook him; Bao Ye automatically took the bait.
In a husky voice, he said, "Being rational with others is work; being rational with one's own wife is just ridiculous."
Another passionate kiss followed.
Underneath the starlit sky, the place was utterly romantic and intensely exciting.
