He held her tight, as if clutching a rag doll, and carried her straight to the bed.
She struggled fiercely, "Gong Beiming, let me go!! Have you no shame?"
He still stubbornly held onto her and even trapped her with his long legs.
"Wife, don't leave!"
Her meager strength couldn't break free, so she simply gave up struggling. In fact, she was tired and lay down in silence.
It had been over a month since they had embraced each other so intimately.
After a while, he seemed to have fallen asleep. Only then did she pull away to sit up, helping him remove his shoes and coat...
She paused for a moment before turning around and heading into the bathroom to prepare a hot towel, with which she wiped the stains off his face.
Still the same handsome face, his long eyes tightly closed, his eyebrows thick and sharply defined, creating a dense shadow with his long eyelashes.
Her fingers traced his cheek, unexpectedly feeling no disgust at all.