After dinner, around nine o'clock, the two of them put An An to bed and returned to their room.
Zhuo Junyue had already started running the bathwater ten minutes earlier.
As soon as they walked back into the room, Zhuo Junyue began to undress her, "Wife, you must be tired today. Let's take a bath."
Su Ningyan held his hand, "Husband, I... I can bathe by myself."
Feng Jinghan was conscious now, easing Su Ningyan's worries.
"No need, I can help you."
No one had more experience than him when it came to undressing Su Ningyan.
In less than a minute, he undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing a tantalizing expanse of skin.
At eighteen years old, Su Ningyan was already very well developed.
Now, either due to childbirth or unknown reasons, she became even more irresistible.
Zhuo Junyue suddenly pulled, and with a rip he tore her skirt to pieces.
"Husband, be gentle. That skirt costs thousands."
