"My wife is really impressive." Meng Siyu rewarded her with a kiss on her cheek.
Tang Yue's smile sweetened even more, and she said, "Compared to you, this is nothing."
Meng Siyu had previously saved many lives.
"My wife," Meng Siyu hugged her, his hand wandering inappropriately, soft and warm like jade—it was his own wife. If it weren't for the fear that she had just eaten and the food hadn't digested, Meng Siyu's first thing when coming back would be to press her down and love her dearly.
"Um... Not here." Tang Yue struggled and patted Meng Siyu, as they were in the living room without any curtains. Even though it was just their small courtyard outside, Tang Yue still felt uncomfortable.
While kissing her, Meng Siyu picked her up horizontally and headed to the bedroom.
...
Not seeing each other for a day feels like years, let alone half a month.
Meng Siyu was unusually passionate that day, and while Tang Yue initially responded, she was utterly exhausted in the end.
