The few words fell.
Xiao Jihan's breath became chaotic instantly.
His fingers trembled, he fiercely closed his eyes, leaned near her ear and sighed softly: "No matter what the wife wants, I'll give it to you."
"I'll give you my life."
At this moment, looking at the alluring wife, Xiao Jihan truly wished he could give her his heart and life.
Under Xiao Jihan's gaze, Su Muyao's face flushed even redder.
Listening to his words, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck: "I want it all."
Everything he gives, she wants.
Seeing the emotion in her eyes, Xiao Jihan no longer restrained himself, bowed his head and gently kissed Su Muyao's lips.
When he bowed his head, his cascading snow-white hair fell, some strands hanging exquisitely over his collarbone, even intertwining with Su Muyao's.
His breath, filled with his pleasant scent, subtly yet captivatingly.
Su Muyao couldn't help but immerse herself within it.
