Tang Wu was placed on the wide and soft bed.
The man lay beside her and reached out to turn off all the lights in the bedroom.
Tang Wu was stunned for a few seconds and pushed him with a red face. "Go take a bath first."
The man pulled her into his arms and kissed her beautiful face. "There's no hurry."
"I've put on makeup. Don't you mind?"
"I don't mind."
Tang Wu was not a pretentious person. Besides, their children were almost dying.
She closed her eyes, waiting for him to approach her.
But after waiting for a few seconds, she did not feel the man's breath approaching and she looked sideways at him.
The bedroom was dark and his expression could not be seen clearly.
So his low laughter could be heard clearly.
Tang Wu glared at him. "What are you laughing at?"
Lan Yue picked up a remote control and pressed it. Suddenly, the ceiling moved slowly, revealing a round glass.