The night deepened as Chi Xiaoyu stood alone by the window, lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon...
Gong Beiming wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hot lips trailing along the edge of her ear for a long time.
"Baby, you seem to have been quite down lately!" he said, his voice warm and spicy.
Chi Xiaoyu turned around, looking up at him.
Under the light, his features were delicate, his robe slightly open, exuding an extraordinary sex appeal.
Chi Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe, her hands cradling his head, "Gong Beiming, does your head still hurt?"
They had reconciled for over a week now, and the wound on his forehead had already healed.
Gong Beiming didn't seem to care at all, continuing to kiss her passionately while his fingers fervently explored her body...
"It doesn't hurt, when I'm with my wife, nothing hurts..."
Chi Xiaoyu was amused by him and pushed him away with her hands, "Come on, let's go somewhere!"
