After indulging in their desires, the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and the two of them didn't care as they stayed wrapped in the blanket, tightly clinging to each other.
Xi Muchen was holding the girl in his arms who had melted into a pool of spring, thinking about her initiative and display of affection tonight, a smile tinted his ink-like pupils, so thick it seemed indissoluble.
Xia Wanwan leaned on his chest and said, "Why am I so unlucky? It's either getting kidnapped, held hostage, or nearly sent to jail. You tell me, isn't it troublesome to have me as your wife..."
"Perhaps it's because you're going to marry me, so heaven has to temper your mind first," Xi Muchen said, "There must be sacrifices for gains, right? After all, you are marrying such an excellent husband."
Although it was meant as comfort, Xia Wanwan still enjoyed this kind of coddling.
She looked up at the man, smiling, "Who praises themselves like that?!"
