Gu Beihuai had not expected Tang Chuxia to call him "husband," and he immediately felt his entire body soften.
He began to feel an inexplicable restlessness stir within him.
Even the towel seemed inadequate to restrain his fingers.
"Then, do I need to stop calling you 'wife'?" Gu Beihuai asked with an infinitely amorous breath.
Tang Chuxia's gaze had already met with Gu Beihuai's, her hair falling behind her, no longer dripping wet. Her half-dry locks casually floated over her snow-white shoulders.
Beneath her bright red pajamas, her skin was as white as snow, and in Gu Beihuai's eyes, it was simply the most tempting sight.
His body tensed to the extreme.
He wished he could eternally treasure this moment.
"Typical rugged man, do you really like to call me 'wife' that much?" Tang Chuxia's breath was as fragrant as orchids, and as their breaths intertwined, endless affection emerged, inextricably entangling all who perceived it.
The atmosphere kept rising.
