However, the names Su Jin and Su Xin are really grating to the ear.
Gazing at the fervent young master Zheng, the usually sarcastic Miss Su surprisingly didn't disparage him, and lazily closed her eyes, "I think I'm starting to feel a bit sleepy."
Zheng Haoyu's body tensed up. He had just managed to suppress his lust, beloved wife, could you please not use such tantalizing words to refer to sleep?
With a resigned sigh, he glared at Su Nian, stood up from the carpet, bent down to hold Su Nian in his arms. Su Nian giggled and affectionately wrapped her arms around his neck. Playfully, or perhaps unintentionally, she rubbed her face against his chin, bit his sensual jaw, leaving a faint mark.
The visibly-aroused young master Zheng glared at her once again.
Unable to endure this torturous desire any longer, Zheng Haoyu carried her out of the piano room in large strides. If it weren't for preserving her childhood memories, he would've claimed her right there and then.