Jiang Jingming held the sleeping Sang Yu and went to wash her body,
the moment his hands touched her skin, Sang Yu's voice came, "No more."
Jiang Jingming lovingly kissed Sang Yu's forehead, "No more, just giving you a wash."
Sang Yu said nothing more, with her eyes closed.
Looking at her weary appearance, Jiang Jingming felt a bit guilty.
He hadn't restrained himself, he was indulgent today.
After cleaning Sang Yu up, he carried her back to bed, held her in his arms, and fell asleep contentedly.
The next day
Sang Yu woke up and looked at the time; it was already eleven-thirty in the afternoon.
Her whole body was sore, she had no idea how long Jiang Jingming had been at it last night.
When Jiang Jingming pushed the door open and came in, seeing Sang Yu awake, he leaned in for a kiss, "Awake? Are you hungry?"
Sang Yu glared at Jiang Jingming, "You..."
As she started speaking, Sang Yu paused, her voice was even more hoarse than on their wedding night.
