In the deep of night, the chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs accompany the perfect spring scene inside the bedroom with tightly closed windows on the second floor, where the egg-yolk colored light paints Zhou Jiao like a porcelain doll.
"Are you sure you don't need me to take time off to accompany you?"
After the passion subsides, Zhou Jiao, exhausted and breathless from being devoured, lies limp in his embrace, pursing her lips and letting out a "humph," before giving him a cool side-eye.
"Hahaha..." Zhang Guoqing's suppressed laughter, as always, tugs at her heartstrings, making her secretly want to curse him in her heart.
The weak little wife leans against him lazily like a cat, secretly rolling her eyes. This charm makes Zhang Guoqing want to move again.
Caressing her back fondly, he leans down and lightly nibbles her crystalline earlobe, "Darling, come back soon, I'll miss you terribly."
