Wen Ran no longer felt shy and avoided like before. Unusually, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head, and asked with a bright smile, "Really?"
"Of course."
"Alright."
As soon as the words left her lips, she pulled the man towards her and proactively offered her red lips.
Fu Chenlie was completely caught off guard by her initiative, and his entire body felt as if his blood was boiling.
After the delight, regaining his senses, he took the lead, holding her tightly in his arms, showering her with delicate kisses over every inch of her skin.
It was late at night, and Wen Ran lay with her eyes closed, yet sleep was far from her mind.
She increasingly felt that being a wife to Fu Chenlie was delightful. She loved holding him, loved the scent of him, and also loved his occasional unexpected teasing.
It seemed their feelings were growing more intense in this unconscious companionship.
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