Li Huai knew very well that Liu Xiangli wasn't ready, she was only willing to yield to his desires. He was touched, but he wasn't a man who let lust get the best of him. Even if he had to live a lifetime without sex, as long as Liu Xiangli was by his side, he would be satisfied.
So, in the end, Li Huai decided to back off, "Wifey, I'm tired; let's sleep."
After Li Huai laid down, he was soon snoring.
Liu Xiangli assumed that Li Huai had really fallen asleep. Her taut body finally relaxed. Her chest heaved heavily as sweat drenched her pink nightgown leaving her chilling cold. She knew that, despite her husband's gentle approach, she still couldn't overcome her fear.
"If Huai hadn't stopped just now, I may have pushed him away again."
Liu Xiangli glanced guiltily at 'sleeping' Li Huai, feeling guilty yet blissful.
Fortunately, her husband was different from other men; he wasn't a creature driven by his lower body.
