The two of them were tightly embracing at this moment, he on top, she below.
"So, wife..." Yu Zexiao chuckled, "Why don't we, after finishing talking, get down to some serious business?"
"Serious business?" Jian Anning was puzzled, did he mean he wanted to get up and practice piano or something?
Before she could finish speaking, Yu Zexiao nodded quite seriously, "Yes... we have to do—serious business that benefits future generations."
After saying this, he flipped over, pulling off the sheet covering her. Her skin, white like jade, was covered with marks he had left from the night before, as if he were an abstract painter, painting with ink on a white canvas, leaving marks that belonged only to him!
Seeing the growing heat in his eyes, how could Jian Anning not know what this guy was thinking? The way things got last night, was he still not satisfied?
"It's getting late———"
