Wei Anning reached out to smooth back his hair and pecked his forehead with her cherry lips, her expression somewhat unnatural as she said, "Leng Youchen, this is all I can do for you."
A smile flickered through the depths of Leng Youchen's eyes. His wife's kiss thrilled him more than any reward could.
He lifted his head, his large hand pinching her chin, and complained softly, "That's not sincere, I need to charge up like this."
Having said that, he sealed his words with a kiss, and the two of them exchanged a long, passionate French kiss. Wei Anning leaned weakly against his shoulder, her small mouth slightly open as she breathed, her brain still not catching up due to the lack of oxygen.
Only one thought remained: his kissing skills were improving, he was truly a veteran.
"Leng Youchen, you must have had many girlfriends before."
