He wrapped his arms around her body and said with a grin, "Wife, I want you again."
Looking at his playful grin, she glared at him, "What are you thinking about at a time like this, getting all hot and bothered? Let's talk outside."
He lowered his head to nibble at her neck, but she couldn't see the intense reluctance and deep sorrow hidden behind his dark eyelids.
Su Qingyue grabbed his hands, finding them scarred with cuts from when he had accidentally sliced himself while chiseling away at the cave wall with a knife; the wounds had long since turned pale from soaking.
His hands were also covered in blood blisters.
They would burst and form again, over and over.
In the past few days, this sight particularly pained her heart.
But he always just smiled.
