When Su Wanxia lay on Mu Yingchen's solid chest, gasping for breath, she finally understood the meaning behind his words a moment ago.
What does he mean by saving some energy?
No matter how much energy she saved, it wasn't enough to withstand his relentless onslaught...
Right now, she didn't have an ounce of strength in her, not even enough to lift a finger!
Looking at Mu Yingchen, his exquisitely pale lips were slightly curving upward, his eyes and brows exuding a sense of complete satisfaction.
Gazing down at the person sprawled atop his chest, his heart brimmed with indescribable happiness and contentment.
The woman he had waited for six years had finally become his, his only woman!
Wanxia was closing her eyes at that moment, not seeing the adoringly tender love in Yingchen's gaze.
Such a look, she probably had never seen for herself.
"Sleep a bit more?" Yingchen gently stroked her disheveled hair, his tone tender.
