Qin Qingnan never disappoints the enthusiasm given by his wife.
Despite feeling exhausted, he still lifted Lin Ziran up and only put her down when they reached the sofa.
Lin Ziran, like a little cat waiting a long time for her owner's return, darted into his arms upon seeing him, clinging tightly, unwilling to part.
Of course, Qin Qingnan had no intention of letting her go either; he sat on the sofa and kept her in his embrace.
His fair long fingers pinched her delicate chin, the hand often gripping a scalpel bore a thin callus, leaving behind faint red marks as it glided over her tender skin.
Her eyes were bright and deep, like an endless sea, holding a powerful allure for him, every time he looked at her, it felt as if his soul was being drawn away.
She was no longer as reserved as before and took the initiative to kiss him, surprising and delighting Qin Qingnan.
