Wen Ran pursed her lips and raised her hand to undo the buttons on her nightgown.
He watched her movements, his deep eyes murky.
After all the buttons were undone, Wen Ran stood up, her hands slipping around his waist from both sides, embracing him.
In the instant their skin touched, his body heat transferred to her, searing, warm.
Wen Ran wanted to draw back in alarm, but she steeled herself and pressed her face against his chest, controlling her frantic heartbeat as she pleaded in a tone of surrender and flattery, "Husband, can we please sleep together from now on?"
Fu Chenlie had only one visceral reaction to her behavior—
Fury!
Smash his head and then cajole him?
What did she take him for?!
The man abruptly pulled her out of his embrace, his ominous gaze fixed on her as he spoke with seething anger, "Wen Ran, what do you think you are? When you don't want it, I have to stop, and when you want it, I must give it to you?"