"Ah Liang..." Her nasal voice cried, her eyes like they were on fire, passionate like a Little Fairy. Each call was like the sweetest aphrodisiac, burning away his reason.
...
...
She was going crazy.
Since their marriage until now, she had never experienced such madness.
As if tomorrow would be the end of the world, this was their last revelry.
This was his woman.
This was Qiao Xia.
...
Qiao Xia, dazedly, fell asleep; Mu Liang held her on top of himself. The position made her very uncomfortable, she groggily protested once, but Mu Liang pressed down on her waist. Qiao Xia, extremely aggrieved, coquettishly cursed him, unable to endure it, she lay on his chest and fell asleep.
Her delicate breathing brushed against the skin of his neck, soft and fragrant. Mu Liang restrained his impulse, gently stroking her back again and again, soothing her to sleep.
So wonderful.
