Lan Jin knew that Qin Yin struggled every night, so she considerately suggested he sleep at his own place. However, Qin Yin didn't want to, because he had already gotten used to sleeping with his wife in his arms.
"Does it bother you?" Lan Jin really felt for him.
Qin Yin slipped into the bed and pulled her into his embrace, kissing her forehead before he said in a husky voice full of honesty, "It does bother me quite a bit, but I'm willing to endure it."
If she really sent him back to hug the cold blankets, he'd rather suffer through it.
"Come here, let your husband give you a kiss."
Qin Yin's boldness was evidently growing, as he suddenly flipped over, pinning her beneath him. Then, without further ado, he took her hand, forcing her fingers apart, intertwining them firmly with his own, lifting them high above her head, allowing no room for resistance.
In the next moment, a torrent of kisses rained down upon her.
The next day.
