Duan Yanhao stopped for a moment to look at Bai Yaoyao in his arms. Her pale skin contrasted with the red petals on the bed, which made his heart fall even deeper for her.
Bai Yaoyao raised her head and looked at Duan Yanhao. She could the dark, dazed look in his eyes, as though he was ready to engulf her.
Under Duan Yanhao's passionate embrace, touches, and kisses, Bai Yaoyao's body felt limp and empty, as though she was craving for something.
Duan Yanhao held himself back as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. "Yaoyao, my wife, my dear… Tell me, who am I to you?"
Duan Yanhao's voice was low and captivating, and Bai Yaoyao couldn't help but answer, "You're Yanhao, my dear Yanhao."
Bai Yaoyao was almost at her limits. She simply hugged Duan Yanhao even tighter and let Duan Yanhao do everything that he wanted.
Duan Yanhao moved his body strongly. The two of them finally broke through.
