On a deep winter night, all was quiet.
A waning moon hung high in the sky, its coldness fully revealed.
In the master bedroom, sounds ceased, and the breaths of two people mingled, indistinguishable from one another's.
Muwan lay limp, with Gu Jiangnian burying his head at her shoulder blade.
After a long while, he hoarsely whispered, his voice deep with post-pleasure delight, "Little vixen."
Jiang Muwan didn't respond, although she knew he was calling her.
Without an answer from her, his broad palm gently pinched her waist and abdomen, not really grinding, just wanting her to talk.
Perhaps because the tide was receding, this pinch made her whole body tremble, and it troubled Gu Jiangnian, who had not yet emerged from her, as well.
"Not full yet?"
"Why did you pinch me?" Jiang Muwan retorted irritably.
"Can't I pinch my own wife?" Gu Jiangnian seemed to have lost some of his edge for arguing, probably because he was quite satisfied.
What about Jiang Muwan?
