Yun Bixue felt the cooling sensation from Xie Limo's palms. Her breath hitched, and her heart thudded faster and faster. Lying beneath him, she looked into Xie Limo's eyes, which slowly grew clearer. He was as beautiful as a painting—his looks were exquisite.
Xie Limo tidied Yun Bixue's hair and gently moved his fingers. He grazed them against Yun Bixue's cheeks, as if caressing some treasure that he cherished deeply.
The places where Xie Limo's palm touched felt as though they were electrified and her heart trembled along.
She had been physically prepared for this moment. Although she was nervous, she knew what was coming next, and thus she willingly steeled herself. He was her husband, and he was also someone brilliant who treated her well. She should have already… As if a certain thought had flashed through her head, Yun Bixue's ears turned faintly red.
