Kissing Zhou Bei's face and ears, Lu Jingyang said, "Bei, you're truly beautiful, your real hair looks so much better than the fake hair."
Lu Jingyang kissed her lips, removed her clothes, and unapologetically made her his.
After a few exhilarating rounds, Lu Jingyang's vigor was spent, and then they finally returned to the dining room for dinner. Having just engaged in vigorous activity, Lu Jingyang's appetite was particularly good, as he dished up two bowls of rice and still wanted more.
Zhou Bei's cooking skills were mediocre, but seeing how good Lu Jingyang's appetite was, Zhou Bei knew she hadn't married the wrong person.
In the past, she never felt this way when looking at Lu Jingyang, but recently she found him more and more pleasing to the eye, increasingly feeling that he was a real man, stronger than many others.
She felt as if she might like Lu Jingyang a little bit, just didn't know if he had that kind of romantic feeling for her.
