The next day, Song Xiaodong woke up later than usual, and it was the tickling of his nose that brought him to consciousness. Before even opening his eyes, he had pulled the mischievous Xiao Yingying into his arms.
As Song Xiaodong's hand caressed Xiao Yingying's body, he said, "You little demon, pestering me early in the morning, not letting me sleep, do you deserve a punishment?"
"Sure, my dear husband, please punish me." Xiao Yingying twisted on Song Xiaodong's body, clearly a seduction, a lure.
"Ah, you little demon, do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?" Song Xiaodong, provoked by Xiao Yingying, felt his temper flare. Even though he hadn't been idle with Miao Qingqing the previous night, his extraordinary stamina meant that, after a night's sleep, he was once again vigorously spirited in the morning.
Xiao Yingying, looking even more alluring, began to let her hands wander, saying, "Sure, I'm really afraid you won't dare to do anything to me."
