Wang Li turned his attention back to his immediate family. His son, Wang Xiao, had turned three months old, and Xia Qingwu had fully recovered from childbirth.
But now, he felt the pent-up desire surging within him. One night, as they lay in bed, he turned to Xia Qingwu, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Qingwu," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "I can't hold back any longer. I need you."
Xia Qingwu looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "I am yours, Wang Li. Do with me as you wish."
With a growl of desire, Wang Li captured her lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her soft curves and igniting a fire within her. Xia Qingwu moaned softly, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
"Ahh…Li," she gasped.
