Ye Lu instantly grasped his intention, her face flushing deep red, as she knew this man had many tricks up his sleeve when it came to such matters.
The moonlight streaming in through the window bathed his mysterious and profound eyes, which, like the deep sea, were filled with deep and tender emotions, while his black, robust strands of hair, messed by the sea breeze, entangled with hers in moments of intertwining and indignant frustration, resting upon his smooth, pale, and sensual collarbone.
The night was exquisite, and the moonlight enchanting.
Third Young Master Jun, half-drunk and half-smiling, watched her and leaned in, bowing his head to gently kiss her eyelids.
"Hey, since you got pregnant, I've hardly touched you. How are you going to make it up to me tonight?"
Ye Lu's face was so flushed it was scorching hot, a rosy pink like peach blossoms, utterly powerless to withstand this man's wanton words.
