Never Forget Your Initial Feelings

His fever had finally subsided.

Even after the doctor had tended to him for so long, his fever hadn't gone down. To think that after just one hour of intimacy with her, it had subsided.

He really was a wolfhound which fed on meat.

Tang Mo'er lay in his arms. Even though he was in a deep sleep, his arms wrapped assertively around her delicate waist, securing her in his embrace.

Snuggled in his arms, Tang Mo'er raised her small hands and touched his face slowly. Her fingers traced lovingly over his face. He looked so warm and innocent when he was sleeping, nothing like the fierce beast he was just now.

It had been a long time since they were intimate, and both of them weren't able to control themselves.

Tang Mo'er leaned forwards and kissed his thin lips. Almost unconsciously, her lips curved upwards. She was filled with so much happiness and love for this man.