Luo Muchen was so pleased with himself that he leaned closer and kissed his lips the spiciness from his wife's lips lingering on his mouth.
Qie Xieling was a little surprised. Wasn't this too eager? If he knew all it took to get this kind of attention was making love to Luo Muchen then when he got out of this game he would push him down immediately and ravish him till he was crying out husband sweetly.
Qie Xieling licked his lips the predatory look on his face uncanny. Luo Muchen felt his heart jolt and his chrysanthemum subconsciously clenched. He had a feeling that the moment he turned his back the hunter would become the hunted.
After chatting it up for a while Qie Xieling lay down on the bed, feeling drained from tonight's events. Luo Muchen had gone down to pack away the dishes.
