Su Muyao felt that Wen Nanxi's gestures were as gentle as his personality as he styled her hair.
When his fingers brushed her skin, they carried a searing warmth, sending tingling sensations that seemed to explode from her heart.
She trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan.
Wen Nanxi whispered softly in her ear, "Wife, did I hurt you?"
Though his words were simple, they made Su Muyao's face blush instantly, as if tinted with rouge, her beauty radiant and captivating.
Wen Nanxi's hands trembled slightly, his gentle eyes now dark, harboring a deep whirlpool that seemed to want to consume Su Muyao.
Su Muyao softly replied, "No... it doesn't hurt."
At this moment, whether it was Wen Nanxi or Hua Linye who was watching from aside, their eyes turned deeper, and their throats gulped involuntarily.
Hua Linye felt an itch in his heart, wanting to embrace his wife tightly.
Shen Ci'an's eyes reddened.
