The moment was so passionate that Qiao Ran almost couldn't help but say to him, "If you're really so impatient, we don't have to wait until the wedding night."
But after being teased by him yesterday, Qiao Ran, even though her whole body felt limp, dared not take the initiative to bring it up.
After a good while, when both were breathless, Han Mo finally left her lips and sat up.
"Breakfast is ready, get up and wash up before eating." Han Mo's voice was tender, as if it could melt glaciers.
Waking up to a good morning kiss and breakfast like this made Qiao Ran's heart feel warm, a happiness that words couldn't describe.
"Carry me to the bathroom!" Qiao Ran stretched out her arms and pouted like a little girl.
They say women who act coy have the best lives.
She wasn't usually a fragile woman, but in front of him, she willingly played the role.
One more reason—her limbs were too weak from his kisses, and she couldn't quite walk yet.