The bedside lamp, bought for their wedding, glowed red. After turning off the main light, its illumination lent the festive room an aura of ambiguous charm.
Lu Zheng initially lay flat on his back honestly, but not a minute passed before he assertively reached out to pull Lin Xia, who was a little distance away, into his arms. He took a deep sniff, "Wife! You smell so good!"
"Get lost!" Lin Xia slapped at his arm, which was firmly wrapped around her, "I'm still angry!"
"Don't be angry anymore, my dear wife! How about you bite me a couple of times to vent your anger?" Lu Zheng suggested cheerfully, ready to do anything to appease Lin Xia.
Lin Xia's eyes danced with mischief, "Fine!" She was indeed planning to do just that—to give him a good sorting out!
She didn't hold back and bit right into his face.
"Hiss..." Lu Zheng let out a cry of pain.
Lin Xia had barely released her grip and hadn't even had a few seconds to gloat when her smile faded...