But she was pregnant with their child. He had to dismiss the thought, fearing it might hurt her, hurt the child inside her.
"Hanhan, is it true?" Yun Hao's voice was husky, delicately soft, imbued with male magnetism of bewilderment.
Meng Yunhan's head almost sunk into the quilt, although she still answered Yun Hao, "Hmm."
With that softness in her voice, Yun Hao couldn't hold back any more. He kissed her neck, lingering there.
The flickering dim yellow light illuminated the room, where a shadow was visibly entangled on the bed.
Despite the sound of fireworks outside, it couldn't disturb the intimacy of the two hearts.
Yun Hao woke up on cue, watching his sleeping wife in his arms, feeling warm layers of affection in his heart.
Though last night was not as satisfying as he might have wished, he was still exhilarated.
"Hanhan, Hanhan, wake up." Today was the first day of the new lunar year, Yun Hao softly called her.
