He knew his thoughts were childish and inappropriate, but he just couldn't control himself.
She belonged to him.
Completely, belonged to him.
Xiao Qiao snapped out of her dizziness, grabbed Wesley's hand and bit it, "That's too foul."
She didn't bite him very hard, it didn't hurt much, just felt like a mosquito bite. Wesley laughed gently and indulged her without saying much. Xiao Qiao stared at him fiercely, and Wesley looked at the kiss marks and bite marks on her neck, unable to help reflecting for three seconds—had he gone too far?
Quickly, the reflection ended.
They were newlyweds; it was hard not to lose control.
It was inevitable.
Which groom needs to be restrained?
"I'll let you rest tonight," Wesley said. He held her tightly, reluctant to let her get too tired; she really seemed to have no strength left.
"You better keep your word."
"Of course!"
