"Nonsense, now that you're my legal wife, you have no choice but to want me, not to mention we have a pair of twins on the way."
Her slender fingers pinched the man's earlobe, her voice soft and coquettish, as if she were being flirtatious.
The man chuckled, "So you're saying, you're clinging to me now?"
She laughed lightly and, without a word, leaned in to initiate a kiss on the man's lips.
Mo Chen's lips curved into a smile, his large hand grasping her waist while his other hand cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss into a passionate one, so earnest, so lingering.
...
The next day, early morning.
Mo Chen was still the first to open his eyes, gazing at the woman sleeping soundly next to him.
The gloom in his eyes slowly dissipated as he watched Qiao Ruoxin for a while, then he bowed his head to kiss her forehead and got out of bed to leave.
The sleeping Qiao Ruoxin was still dreaming.