Kill Her

Yan Huan hugged Lu Yi's waist from behind and mumbled, "Let's hug for a little while, we can't do naughty things anyway."

Lu Yi reached over and brushed her hair. "Aren't you tired? Are you sure that you want to be naughty?"

"When the belly is full, the mind would naturally move to the gutter."

Yan Huan pinched Lu Yi's fit body, caressing her husband's firm muscles and admiring his great figure. He was very good at self-control too, being able to maintain his indifference when she, a goddess-like beauty, stood in front of him.

Lu Yi grabbed her hand and urged gently, "Go to sleep."