Han Jun soaked himself in extremely cold water in the bathtub. "I almost lost control just now," he murmured with a sigh, the softness of Han Qixian's breast still fresh in his mind, making it difficult to calm himself. "Just calm, just calm," he breathed in and out. Just as he was on the brink of calming down, a pair of fair, blue-painted nails slowly traced down his chest from behind, and his breath hitched.
"Han Jun!" Hai Yang's soft voice echoed beside his ear. "I've thought it through; I... I want to be your wife," she stammered.
Han Jun took a deep breath, then pulled Hai Yang into the water and looked deeply into her eyes. "Hai Yang," he called, but she didn't allow him to finish his statement and kissed him. "Don't you remember saying I should offer myself to you as a thank you? I am here now," she smiled, her hand teasing his chest.
