"My dear, your enthusiasm is overwhelming for me." Nalan Jing smiled faintly, looking down at his abdomen, where a small tent had already formed.
"Ah! Per~vert!" Mu Qianyue's face flushed upon seeing this, and she couldn't help but twitch her lips helplessly. While speaking, she reached out and fondly rubbed his baby-soft, smooth face and skin—what a delightful sensation!
"I can't help it. I only react to you, my dear wife. If I'm going to be a per~vert, it will be only for you." Nalan Jing said, unblushingly and without a hitch.
Honestly, even if it's a bit naughty, it's an endearing love confession!
Mu Qianyue's face was already reddened with shyness, wishing she could kick him flying with one swift motion.
She looked up and crashed into his deep, gentle purple eyes, feeling her heartbeat quicken. Could he possibly want that right now…
