Marriage is long and desires are strong

Time seemed to stand still, and Jiang Wei stammered a lie: "How would I know?"

It's so shameful. He was caught red-handed doing such a perverted thing as stealing a man's shirt and sleeping with it in his mouth.

Her ears turned red.

Qin Xiaoye watched her lie, a slight smile appearing in his eyes, and slowly guided her, "Whose shirt is this?"

A thin layer of warm, moist moisture covered his muscles, and tiny droplets slid slowly down his skin, making his firm and smooth muscle lines even more distinct.

Jiang Wei could only manage a weak reply: "Yours."

The milky white nightgown accentuated her fair and rosy skin, and moisture trickled down her neck to her full, luminous breasts.

Qin Xiaoye's slow, deliberate tone held a hint of sexual tension: "What did you do with my shirt?"

A soft halo enveloped his entire body, and the interplay of light and shadow accentuated his broad, undulating shoulders and back, as well as his strong, well-defined waist and abdomen.

Fine water droplets were embedded between the muscle grooves, clearly highlighting the powerful and fluid contours of the muscles, exuding a captivating sense of masculine strength.

Jiang Wei awkwardly grabbed the edge of her pajamas, only to pull the opening wider, revealing a tantalizingly white half of her body underneath. She denied it, saying, "I...it's not me."

Qin Xiaoye: "If it's not you, then it must be Aunt Zhang. I'll ask her tomorrow what she did to my shirt."

He slowly stood up and softly accused Jiang Wei in her ear, "She's so perverted~"

His muscles, damp with moisture, added a touch of ambiguous warmth to his rugged physique.

Jiang Wei made up her mind: "Yes, it's Zhang Ma."

Qin Xiaoye chuckled softly in her ear, "But Zhang Ma is over fifty years old, are you sure you want to push this on her?"

Jiang Wei was embarrassed.

Qin Xiaoye held up his crumpled shirt and waved it in front of her: "Really not going to tell me?"

Jiang Wei bit her soft lower lip tightly, her mind torn between two conflicting thoughts: she wanted to admit it, yet she didn't.

She didn't want to be seen as a pervert.

But it would be wrong to pin the blame on Wang Ma, since she's such a kind person and can cook delicious food.

Qin Xiaoye looked at her fair face, her expression constantly changing, and found it quite cute.

She had no choice but to hook her arms around Qin Xiaoye's neck and straddle him. As she straddled him, her loosely tied pajamas opened up and clung directly to Qin Xiaoye's muscles.

After taking a shower, Qin Xiaoye was only wearing a pair of black underwear, and his body was half-dry.

When Jiang Wei pressed herself against him so softly, his mind went blank, and his breathing became heavy and hot.

Her skin was delicate and fair; a pinch would leave a mark.

Qin Xiaoye carried her to the bed, gently placed her on it, and then pressed himself down on top of her, whispering with a laugh in her ear, "What did you do to my shirt? Or did you sleep with my shirt?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wei was about to jump up, but Qin Xiaoye gently pressed her down on his soft spot. Jiang Wei couldn't help but shrink back, lying back down with wet, weak eyes.

"I didn't..."

Qin Xiaoye's hands moved slowly and deliberately: "Then I'll have to interrogate you~"

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Qin Xiaoye's muscles bulged as he whispered, "I like your taste too. Want me to try some?"

Jiang Wei suddenly understood what he meant, her face flushed with shame, and she grabbed his arm with her fair fingers: "Qin Xiaoye, you...aren't you going to start?"

Qin Xiaoye's eyes were filled with complex emotions: "We can't start."

Jiang Wei looked at him blankly: "Why?"

Qin Xiaoye looked at her, the veins on his arms bulging, and exhaled hot breath: "I want to start even more than you do."

"But, no..."

He was afraid that if she saw it, she wouldn't dare to do it again.