Marriage is long and desires are strong

Qin Xiaoye's eyes met Jiang Wei's, and his gaze slid down.

Jiang Wei followed his gaze to herself and suddenly realized that she felt a cool sensation on her body. Her outer garment was open, revealing her snow-white skin and white lace camisole dress, her breasts bulging and gleaming. She quickly blushed and pulled her light pink satin nightgown back together, saying, "Sorry~"

It looks like seduction.

Qin Xiaoye looked away, his voice slightly hoarse: "No need."

He went to the wardrobe, his movements graceful and slow, and took off his suit. The dark blue shirt underneath shone as he moved, his muscles tensing.

As he undressed, his voice was husky: "It looks great."

Jiang Wei realized what he was talking about, and her face flushed red.

As Qin Xiaoye took off his suit jacket, his aura, mingled with the rich scent of red wine, wafted out.

He's been drinking?

Jiang Wei reached out to take his suit jacket; she used to help hang up her adoptive father Jiang Che's clothes when he was drunk.

Qin Xiaoye was stunned for a moment, then turned his head. Both of them were holding the corner of their suits. Jiang Wei's snow-white fingers collided with the black suit, and her fair and slender fingers carried an alluring desire.

The thought of those fingers landing on his abs...

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

Qin Xiaoye didn't let go. Using the strength of the suit jacket, he pulled Jiang Wei over, and a hormonal scent enveloped her.

The suit was thrown on the ground.

Qin Xiaoye placed his hand on Jiang Wei's lower back. Through the thin nightgown, the heat emanated from him, spreading across her body and making her feel warm and cozy.

Qin Xiaoye let go of his hand, lowered his eyes, and saw that large expanse of white again, which made his throat dry.

He turned and went into the bathroom.

Steam rose in the bathroom.

Through the stained glass door of the bathroom, Jiang Wei could see Qin Xiaoye taking off his clothes one by one and entering the shower naked.

You can vaguely see muscles, body shape, and size.

She covered her flushed face.

Qin Xiaoye came out of the bathroom wearing a black silk pajama set with gray prints and loosely tied straps. It was both noble and unruly, and paired with his tall, inverted triangle figure and V-shaped waist, it was extremely sexy and alluring.

He was covered in moisture, and the scent of cedarwood mixed with the cologne from his shower gel was incredibly alluring.

His Adam's apple was extremely large, and even when he swallowed, it exuded a seductive allure.

His voice was low, husky, and magnetic, like red wine, making one feel slightly intoxicated. He lowered his head to her crystal-clear, white earlobe:

"Jiang Wei, you can say no."

Jiang Wei felt his breath warm against her ears, and a slight electric current ran down her ear.

She was dizzy; she had no right to refuse.

Qin Xiaoye stared at her, as if he knew what she was thinking, and spoke slowly:

"Jiang Wei, we are husband and wife."

"Even though I'm not feeling well, I won't disregard your feelings."

"I can control it."

"I can improve on that too."

Jiang Wei's cheeks were flushed, as if they were burning: "I understand."

Too unfamiliar, yet too invasive; this unfamiliarity and tension, mixed with the scent of hormones, was too stimulating.

Qin Xiaoye asked in a low, polite voice, "Would it be alright if I took off that pink silk outer garment?"

Jiang Wei's heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

Jiang Wei's voice was soft and slightly damp: "Okay."

Each time she answered "yes," her sense of shame increased, and her body felt hotter.

The air is thick and humid.

Jiang Wei felt that hot palm slide down and gently touch the skin of her neck, making her feel ticklish.

Jiang Wei became completely uninhibited.

Jiang Wei felt as if she were being burned by his gaze. Every place his gaze fell on, she felt that spot of skin heat up, and her sense of shame rose accordingly, causing her fair skin to turn crimson.

It's like your own body being scrutinized inch by inch.

Qin Xiaoye was tall and imposing, his shadow looming over her, making her feel a sense of danger that sent shivers down her spine. Her breathing quickened slightly, her eyes became moist, her eyelashes trembled, and a tingling sensation spread through her body.

Jiang Wei gripped the dressing table behind her with both hands, her fingertips trembling slightly.

A cool breeze, carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression, swept over her. Jiang Wei subconsciously tensed her back, and a sudden feeling of inescapable fear rose in her heart.

Qin Xiaoye's hand was still on the back of Jiang Wei's neck, his fingertips lightly tracing the soft skin of her neck. Every little movement sparked a tiny flame, sending a tingling electric shock through Jiang Wei.

The two people were very close.

This made Jiang Wei's fingers tighten.

Qin Xiaoye placed his hand on her lower back.

Qin Xiaoye stared at her nervous face, his voice low, husky, and magnetic: "Are you afraid of me?"

Compared to Qin Xiaoye's tall stature, Jiang Wei, who is 165 cm tall, appears petite and delicate.

Jiang Wei gently fluttered her thick eyelashes, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness, softly replying, "No..."

With each breath she exhaled, a sweet, ripe fruit scent wafted into Qin Xiaoye's nose, clung to his skin, and mingled with his own fragrance.

Under Qin Xiaoye's pajamas, there was a bulge.

It carries a menacing, impending danger.

Jiang Wei's face was steaming.