Wang Li just stared at his wife having an inner turmoil, and he found his lips thinning. Reaching to cup the back of his neck, he ran his fingers over the skin to receive a shiver of the blonde's body. His fingers stroke the exposed skin for a moment, before running down the curved spine and down to his thigh.
"Ah Li?" Green eyes searched his face and he smiled.
"You are mine, Ying Yue," the raven-haired male leaned forward bringing the blonde down onto the mat, "I will keep you here forever."
His hand cupped in between those smooth legs, and his wife gasped. Fingers reached to grab his arms tightly as green eyes stared widely at him.
"Wang Li, we can't-" the sentence cut out with a surprised gasp as his hand stroke and rubbed.
