In the dimness, Han Jingting could clearly hear her own heartbeat, and her rapid breathing.
In fact, she had agreed to let Chen Xuan sleep on the bed tonight because she had already prepared herself to completely yield to him.
For this, she even put on a black silk nightgown that was more attractive.
But Han Jingting was a woman, how could she take the initiative in such matters?
Moreover, between husband and wife, there was no reason for her to take the lead.
So, from the beginning to the end, Han Jingting had been feigning modesty, waiting, waiting for the man beside her to be thoroughly conquered by her charm!
In her mind, she couldn't help but recall that time five years ago.
Those images, that feeling, Han Jingting still remembered them clearly to this day.
Once, those images were a shame to her.
But now, they had become a beautiful memory in her heart.
At this moment, just thinking about these things made Han Jingting's cheeks burn with heat.
