"Sure, I'll agree to whatever you say and do," Luo Ying said while gently caressing his face.
"Will you go along with whatever I do?" A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Lu Zhao's lips.
Luo Ying realized her slip of the tongue and shyly turned her face away.
"You're such a fox. You're so sly," Luo Ying scolded him playfully.
"What do you mean by that? As your husband, it's my rightful privilege, and..." Lu Zhao leaned closer. His breath brushed against her ear. "What's wrong with enjoying the advantages of being with you?" With those words, his hand slid to Luo Ying's waist and traced her alluring curves.
"Hmm..." Luo Ying let out a long, delicate sigh as she was unable to restrain herself any longer.
Lu Zhao was utterly entranced.
