Now, Mu Xiao only hoped that Wen Jiaren and Mu Qian could reconcile, resolve all the conflicts or misunderstandings lying between them, and return to their past life together.
Like a family, living together happily.
In the room, Wen Jiaren let out a moan, her voice sounding both in pain and in pleasure, an unsatisfied murmur, "Harder."
Mu Qian watched her expression and applied more force, "How about this?"
"Uh-huh."
Wen Jiaren responded, her voice sounding extremely comfortable.
Mu Qian's gaze grew more intense, his voice gradually becoming husky, a deep tone laced with a seductive quality, "Does it still hurt, huh?"
"It hurts, don't stop."
Wen Jiaren leaned into his embrace, soft as a pool of water.
"And this?"
Mu Qian loosened his hand and slid it down her neckline, his voice growing huskier, "And this? Tell me if it still hurts?"
"It hurts, it still hurts."
Her voice carried a crying tone, soft and mushy, undoubtedly fueling his fire.
