Are you dying?

Qing Chen took a shower before he headed down to his wife's room through the window. Even before he got there, his heart was beating too loud in his chest. What was it that she wanted to do that was a secret? He didn't want to think of anything sexual. But his mind kept drifting to it.

When he got there, everything looked normal. Feng Xuan's hair was still drying and she was in her sleeping clothes—which was a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. "Oh great, you're already here."

"Yeah."

Feng Xuan was smiling at him mischievously and her voice was husky. "I know you won't tell anyone about this." When she walked towards him, it was as if everything was in slow motion. "I think it'll be really sweet."

"What will?"

"I'll give you a taste."

"Of?"

"Although… once you've tasted it, you're not allowed to not finish."

His eyebrows shut upwards.