His lover, his wife, his most precious treasure—he swore that tonight, he would not give up halfway. He really didn't want to end up sleeping in the guest room. Besides, to him, this night represented their wedding night, adorned with all the traditional bliss.
In recent days, the relationship between Qin Jiran and Su Yanyi had become increasingly harmonious, their actions and demeanor growing ever more intimate. Yet whenever Qin Jiran thought about what they were indeed going to do tonight, he found his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Su Yanyi was squinting her eyes slightly, feeling the warmth emanating from the man's body. It was a very comfortable sensation, one that made her not want to use her brain to think about anything, preferring to immerse herself more and more in this feeling.
"Yanyi, Yanyi, I love you, I love you..." The two gradually forgot everything else; there was only each other left in their eyes and the most genuine emotions they could feel.
