As Zhou Huaijin approached her, each step filled him with renewed energy and a surge of blood, intensifying his gaze.
This was the moment he had eagerly anticipated, the culmination of his desires since the day he made up his mind. He struggled to contain his emotions, and after waiting for so long, this day had finally arrived.
She was now his wife, the queen of the country.
She belonged to herself, but she had also left an indelible mark on him.
Zhou Huaijin reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, inhaling the faint, fruity fragrance emanating from her body. She was so near, so close that he could clearly hear the rhythmic beats of her heart.
Her delicate figure nestled within his arms, resembling a timid little white rabbit.
Zhou Huaijin tightened his hold, drawing her even closer.
