That night, Jing Shuixiang drew a bad lot.
The couple finished their daily routine and lay on the couch.
The once Elder of the Divine Wood Hall had a petite figure, exquisite and graceful...
Among Li Yuan's many wives, her figure was the most similar to Lady Yan's, yet when it came to "combat", she was the fiercest.
This was completely different from Lady Yan.
Lady Yan was like a gentle yet biting rabbit, a perfect model of a virtuous wife and loving mother, capable in both the kitchen and the parlor.
Whereas, Jing Shuixiang was like a ferocious lioness, dominating and imposing in daily life, and fiercely consistent in the intimacy of marriage.
Even at this moment, she still lay on top.
Li Yuan was at ease, running his fingers like a comb through her long hair, admiring his wife's appearance.
Before his eyes were fair skin, soft curves, and blinking enchanting eyes.
He grasped her hands, gently kneading them.
