As the dishes on the table were knocked to the floor, Mu Lingqian just stared at him with his big, watery eyes blinking, a nervous Wen Xiangyang mentioned at the dinner table.
"Mu…" Wen Xiangyang, seeing the depth in Mu Lingqian's eyes, largely understood what he intended to do.
However, she was still pregnant, and the baby was only a little over two months old, not yet in the safe period. She couldn't possibly do 'that' with Mu Lingqian. But before she could voice her thoughts, she was pressed against the dining table, and soft, spring-like kisses fell upon her lips.
Mu Lingqian was not a gentle man, especially in bed; he became a wild animal.
At first, Wen Xiangyang was genuinely scared of having 'that' kind of relationship with Mu Lingqian. But later, as Mu Lingqian coaxed her and treated her less roughly, she gradually began to enjoy it.
But a kiss as gentle as this had never happened before.