Warning: 17+
Zhang Yu Han did not know whether it was because of the food that his mother had prepared for dinner, or whether it was due to meeting Lu An Ran earlier that evening that got her stimulated, but Zhang Yu Han was excited at his wife's enthusiasm that night.
He had just slid into the quilt cover and preparing to sleep after tiring himself walking around the city that morning when his wife suddenly pressed him down.
The room was dark, but he could still see the outline of her body through that light that entered from the outside. She was wearing a nightgown. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was cascading on her right side. Her eyes were glinting with her mischievous intention as she placed both knees at the side of his thigh, straddling him.
Suddenly, he was no longer tired.
Though he knew of her intention, Zhang Yu Han did not make any move to respond. He only stared back at her and wondered what she was going to do next.