It seemed he sensed her movement. Lan Xiu's throat subtly rolled, and suddenly he lifted his hand and grabbed her wrist.
Immediately, Murong Wei's heart momentarily ceased to beat due to tension.
The next second, with a single roll-over, she was pinned to the bed by Lan Xiu...
"Are you awake?"
Looking at the man on top of her, Murong Wei was trying her best to stabilize her tense emotions, trying to initiate a conversation.
They had never been so close before, so close that she just had to slightly lift her head to be able to kiss this man she yearned for day and night.
"Wife..."
Lan Xiu's breathing gradually became labored, his big hands started to be mischievous, reaching up to her neckline, ungentlemanly tearing away.
Their breaths merged, Murong Wei heard his whisper full of seduction, her body temperature rose, feeling like a current funneling towards her heart.
So when he was moved, he would call out such a name that made people sink in quicksand.
