Fu Yanlin bowed his head and lifted his hand to grasp Wen Sheng's chin, kissing her fiercely. He turned all his longing into a kiss, wanting to leave his mark on her body, to claim her as his own.
Apart from life and death, nothing in this world could tear them apart!
At first, Wen Sheng struggled a bit, but gradually, her hands uncontrollably wound around the man's waist.
Taking the initiative to reciprocate was like giving Fu Yanlin a shot of adrenaline. All the worries of these days vanished in an instant.
It wasn't enough!
He wanted more!
He wished he could stuff Wen Sheng inside his body, merge her into his bloodstream, to be together forever in this life, and all the lives to come.
The long-missed embrace completely awakened the instincts lying dormant within Fu Yanlin's body. His fingertips traced Wen Sheng's slender back, finally gripping her waist, the joy of regaining what he had lost was overwhelming.
"I'm sorry, wife, I was wrong."
