"...let go of me," Song Huanyan said with a flushed face, struggling.
Yun Jianchen hugged Song Huanyan tightly, flipped over, and pressed her beneath him, gently touching her tender cheeks with his fingers.
"Since you're not using your eighteen charms on me, I'll have to use my eighteen martial arts moves on you," Yun Jianchen said with a hoarse voice to Song Huanyan.
"...eighteen martial arts moves?" Song Huanyan asked, puzzled and blushing as she looked at Yun Jianchen.
"Wife, watch carefully... I'm going to use my eighteen martial arts moves on you," Yun Jianchen said with a hoarse voice. After speaking, he lowered his head and fiercely kissed Song Huanyan's lips.
...
When Yun Jianchen got up to wash and go to work, Song Huanyan was still lying in bed.
After washing up and getting dressed, Yun Jianchen looked at Song Huanyan lying in bed, "Rest well at home."
Song Huanyan gave Yun Jianchen a blank look.
