Lifting his slightly rough hand, Xing Liehuo caressed her face—
This little temptress, if she wasn't here to be the death of him, then what was she here for?
It had to be said, when Lian Qiao was being obedient, she could be quite the charming girl.
Like right now, with her eyes misty and blurred as she looked at the man, it was clear her mind was on the verge of melting into mush.
Although they had been married for who knows how long—it had been several months at least—her lustful nature hadn't calmed down with time. Here she was, aroused by the man's teasing, all her myriad emotions turning to buttery numbness. In his embrace, her little body rubbed against him uncontrollably, not realizing that wherever she grazed, it all caught fire like a burning prairie…
Even through a layer of clothing, she could feel the heat of his skin, instantly rendering her rosy cheeks even more flushed with an ambiguous warmth.
But…
She had another skill, which was to pour water on a fire…
