Cen Xuan just finished taking a bath and came out of the bathroom, when Feng Ming pulled her into his arms.
The two had already been acting as a real married couple for a while, so Cen Xuan naturally understood that when Feng Ming looked at her with such an intense gaze, he wanted something.
"Don't do this, my hair isn't dry yet." Cen Xuan resisted, because Feng Ming tended to be unrestrained in this regard.
Almost every night he wanted it at least two to three times, and again in the morning upon waking.
Cen Xuan felt her energy lately was nearly drained by Feng Ming, constantly feeling sleepy these days.
But Feng Ming wouldn't relent, directly pressing her onto the bed.
"It'll get wet later anyway, I'll just blow dry your hair afterwards."
As Feng Ming said this, he was about to kiss her.
He himself didn't understand why lately he was never satisfied.
