His hoarse voice was tinged with a bit of passion, his gaze as if wanting to melt her.
Lu Fengxuan could tell he was serious, her smile stiff, "Stop it... Your hair is also dry, let me go, time to sleep."
"Axuan..."
Yu Chiyin shifted his body to face her, wrapping his arms around her slender frame, gazing at her, and cooed:
"I can't sleep, pity me, will you?"
Lu Fengxuan silently looked to the sky, "Less than three months pregnant, sex is forbidden, and besides, harboring such thoughts about your pregnant wife, don't you think you're being beastly?"
"..."
"..."
The two faced each other, in a stalemate.
Ten seconds later, Yu Chiyin released her, laying back on the bed with a defeated expression, breathing heavily and closing his eyes to chant a calming mantra inwardly.
"Does it hurt a lot? Do you want some water, cold water can also help suppress it..."
"No need, stay away from me."
