Mu Qianyue gently raised her eyes, a captivating smile curved at the corners of her lips. She lifted her hand and hooked his chin, her pink lips lightly parting as she breathed softly onto his face, the breath fragrant as orchids.
"Hmm, I never expected my taste was this good before?"
The girl's warm breath sprayed on his face, bringing a tickling sensation.
Nalan Jing was slightly stunned, suddenly a bad premonition arose in his heart.
Sure enough, the next moment, Mu Qianyue said, "Was it me who pinned you down first?"
Her delicate eyebrows slightly knitted, "It seems like you're right, I did pin you down first. How about letting me pin you down tonight too?"
Nalan Jing's eyes lit up, taking the opportunity to embrace her slender waist with his hands, "My wife, such physical work is better left to your husband."
