Jing Muchen had not had sex for a long time, and his personality had always been one to do whatever he wanted, so he could not resist the temptation.
Hence, he reached out and turned on the light on the bedside table. He raised his body and looked at the little woman who was sleeping soundly beside him.
Su Ruowan had already changed into a white, simple cotton nightdress. Under the pink bedding, her black hair rested on her shoulders, making her face look even more delicate and beautiful.
The bedside lights cast down two lines of thick and upturned eyelashes, just like the ink butterfly wings, casting two lines of faint shadows on the face, the delicate nose slightly upturned, the color of the lips pink, the two lips slightly open, as if inviting something.
Jing Muchen looked at her and his eyes darkened. He held her arms with both hands and lowered his head to kiss her.
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