Yun Qinglan lowered his head and gently kissed Su Muyao's brows and eyes, his slender jade-like fingers slipping inside her clothes to teasingly stir her senses.
"Mm..."
Su Muyao felt her body spark with a series of currents.
Her fluttering lashes trembled lightly, and she softly called him, "Yun~"
Even though they hadn't seen each other for such a long time, Yun Qinglan knew exactly how to ignite her.
Indeed, it had been a long time since they'd been together, and their intimate encounters were rare, yet Yun Qinglan remembered every moment clearly.
His understanding of her body was deeper than his own.
He knew how to incite her passion.
Yun Qinglan found it hard to endure too.
Especially since his wife always seemed to tease him before.
He desperately wished he could embrace her tightly against his chest.
He murmured tenderly, "Yes, wife, I am here."
He lowered his head, letting his lips gently fall on her forehead and brows, progressively moving down.
