Shen Ruoxi playfully pounded Jun Moling lightly, but in the end, she did not refuse. Slowly, she pressed her lips onto Jun Moling's chest.
On that firm chest, there were scars left there at some unknown time. As Shen Ruoxi looked at them, her heart softened involuntarily.
Such an outstanding man, leading troops to battle at such a young age, and he fought for over five years.
It wasn't until he was twenty-five that he married the woman he longed for. A little bit of indulgence is only natural.
Suddenly, the bedchamber delights Ning Zhen'er mentioned popped into her mind. Her face blushed instantly, yet she still mustered the courage to continue kissing.
Jun Moling's body tensed instantly, his whole being was like a taut string.
He was full of surprise, never expecting his own wife to be so proactive!
The slight regret from earlier seemed to vanish completely, leaving only heightened sensations.
"Wife, you brought this on yourself."
