Wei Anning looked up at the sky speechlessly. Could this man ever resist teasing her without a word? Yet, she really wanted to go. "Are you satisfied now? Will you really let me go?"
"A gentleman's word." The man's expression was more serious than ever.
Wei Anning bit her teeth and mustered up the courage to lean over him, propping herself up by her arms on his shoulders, and took the initiative to kiss him. Her clumsy kiss was like a spark thrown into the man's body, quickly spreading like a wildfire.
He felt like a frog in slowly heated water, being cooked by his wife bit by bit, enduring agony and torture until he could no longer restrain himself and flipped over to press her beneath him.
The rhythm between lovers is the eternal main melody, beautiful and melodious.