Chapter 117 She Can Also Have a Home

His breath was somewhat scorching, and his breathing gradually grew rapid. The warm airflow fell on Qingwu's neck.

"Let go, or I don't mind giving you a beating!"

Pei Jue was a bit helpless, chuckling as he said, "I know my fiancée wants to spar with me, but right now it's a bit anticlimactic."

Anticlimactic?

She was being held entirely in his embrace, unable to move at all, and he had the nerve to say it was anticlimactic?

If it weren't for the fact that the old house's structure was still unstable after repairs, Qingwu's fists would have landed long ago!

Pei Jue placed his hands around her slender waist, exerted some strength, and lifted her onto the bed.

The room wasn't lit, but Qingwu's bed was somewhat high. Pei Jue sat on the floor, looking up at her slightly.

His eyes seemed to be filled with an endless moonlit night, merging with the bright moonlight outside the window, turning into indescribable tender affection.