After sending off his father-in-law and An Ping, the world finally became quiet, and it was getting late; Qin Jian took off his clothes and returned to the kang bed.
The light in the room went out, and the world turned silent.
Qin Jian held An Hao's soft body in his arms, feeling itchy in his heart and unable to calm down.
With a beauty in his embrace, how could he not feel desire?
He wasn't Liuxia Hui, and faced with his beautiful and charming young wife, Qin Jian had no desire to be Liuxia Hui either.
"An Hao?"
"Hmm... Mmm... Ah... You're so annoying..."
"It's because you're too beautiful, you simply make me unable to stop," said Qin Jian in the darkness as he rolled over and pressed An Hao beneath him.
In the winter night, snowflakes flew wildly.
Inside the house, on the warm kang bed, a pair of young people clung to each other's lives as An Hao gasped softly under Qin Jian's intense movements, her enticing voice acting as the best aphrodisiac.
