Qingyi slid his hands away from Ma Mingzhu's breasts, letting them travel slowly down the sides of her body until they came to rest on her plump buttocks.
His fingers sank into the soft flesh, gripping those two round curves tightly. He squeezed until the pliant meat bulged out between his fingers, dimpling under his grip.
Mingzhu moaned softly, closing her eyes in embarrassment. Heat crept up her neck and tinged her cheeks with a blush.
"Is touching like this really part of being married?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Hmm… I wouldn't say it's part of it… many husbands don't touch their wives, especially high-level specialists. I'm just passionate." Qingyi leaned over her, his lips brushing the curve of her neck before leaving a lingering kiss there.
Mingzhu flinched, her shoulders rising with a slight tremor, but she didn't push him away.
"Do you find it unpleasant?" Qingyi asked, as one of his hands traced its way up her body to her cleavage.
