Su Muyao floated and sank in the water, enveloped by Shen Ci'an's presence. Her heartbeat quickened, her breath became irregular, and she was almost overwhelmed, calling Shen Ci'an's name, "Ci'an."
At this moment, Shen Ci'an felt that even his wife's voice was so pleasant.
His breath was urgent and scorching; when he approached her, when he tangled with her, he felt the frozen wilderness within his heart being nourished by the gentle spring rain.
The dry and cracked field of his heart was gradually moistened and restored to its original damp state.
Shen Ci'an's heartbeat was out of control.
When he lowered his head to look at Su Muyao, those blood-colored, demonic eyes gleamed with a lazy, charming hue, as if infused with gleaming, lingering warm water. The emotions surging up almost drowned him.
He leaned down close to her ear and said, "Wife, it feels like I haven't seen you for so long, I've missed you terribly."
"I just want to love you well."
