"Wife."
"Say it again!"
"Wife."
"Say it again...mmh..."
Instead of saying it again, Lu Moqing directly holds the back of her head and covers her with a gentle kiss.
Compared to the first time, Lu Moqing has become much more skilled now.
The faint fragrance of alcohol in their mouths made Lu Moqing even more irresistible.
Qiao Xu stares at him with disbelief, her eyes wide and blinking, showing a mix of surprise and confusion. The only thought that flashes through her mind is:
Huh? My husband is kissing me again?
Looking at Qiao Xu's shiny eyes gazing at him, like a fan looking at her idol, Lu Moqing's heart melts completely.
"Wife, I love you..."
As these words fall, Lu Moqing deepens the kiss.
He held Qiao Xu tighter and tighter, as if wanting to melt her into his very bones and blood, in order to vent his deep affection.
Qiao Xu had drunk too much, and at this moment, being held so tightly by Lu Moqing made her feel uncomfortable.
