The pair lay tangled together in a bed their bodies glistening with sweat as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Qie Xieling's breath came in slow, steady gasps—his chest rising and falling like a gentle tide. The bliss etched across his face spoke volumes of the intensity that had consumed them both. He was sore in so many places and pain in others but the satisfaction in his eyes said everything.
Luo Muchen's gaze rested on Qie Xieling's neck, his lips curling into a tender smile as he watched the rise and fall of his wife's chest. The weight of what he had done bore down upon him. He knew what Qie Xieling said but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't control himself. He looked like a husband who had promised his wife that he would pull out but knew that he had let some slip and when she came out pregnant he would pretend to be surprised. How was he supposed to tell Qie Xieling what he did?
