"It's so late already, stop writing and go to sleep."
Chu Yihan bent down and kissed her lips.
Su Yingxue shyly nestled into his embrace.
No matter how long they had been married, she would still feel shy.
When he doted on her, she would still find... the feeling as sweet as the beginning, like that uncontrollable moment back in the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
"It's been a long time since we've visited the mother. In a few days, I'll take you to Feiquan Pavilion."
Chu Yihan propped himself up on his arms, his body sweating, and kissed her forehead and the corners of her eyes.
Tenderness to the utmost.
Su Yingxue's voice was both tender and soft, "Next time we go, it's only to see the mother."
She dared not repeat such embarrassingly intimate acts in Feiquan Pavilion.
It would be seen as disrespectful to the mother.
Chu Yihan chuckled, leaned over, and captured her white jade-like earlobe in his bite, kissing and caressing it until her whole body felt weak and tender.
