"Sis, don't overthink it, just thoroughly enjoy the beauty of this moment."
Gazing at Lala in the throes of climax, her blushing face alternating between intoxicated enjoyment and self-reproach—self-reproach so strong she even started crying.
Tang Feng's heart ached for her.
His large hand gently caressed Lala's cheek as he spoke in soft, soothing tones.
When the climax subsided.
Lala looked tenderly at Tang Feng, panting, "Good brother, I want more, move, quick."
Seeing the insincerity in the petite woman's words, Tang Feng chuckled, "Sis, no rush, we've got all the time in the world."
Lala's arms were wrapped around Tang Feng's neck.
She spoke deeply, "Good brother, you're so kind, I wanna call you hubby, from now on, when it's just the two of us, can I call you hubby, is that okay?"
Tang Feng lowered his head, his lips pressing against those supple, red lips, whispering, "Wife, I love you."
Lala said with emotion, "I love you too, so so much."
A brief, intense gaze.