A kiss, ended.
Song Yunchi's thin lips curled into a doting smile, "Alright, go freshen up."
Lu Meng's eyes were moist, like a little lost deer in a foggy forest, crystal clear and pure without any impurities.
She was in a daze, still not snapped back to reality.
Her whole demeanor was adorably clueless.
"If you keep staring, don't blame me."
After being apart for so many days, she didn't have the slightest awareness of being a wife.
It would be one thing not to check in on him, but she wouldn't even take the initiative to call.
When he finally came back, she just stared at him with those eyes.
Heaven knows how hard it was for him to restrain himself!
If she kept looking... he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Losing control was a terrifying thing.
At least, for her, it was.
After all, every time she couldn't keep up physically and was the first to beg for mercy.
When pleading didn't work, she would pinch him, kick and hit, crying angrily.
