A "mistress" at home

She had almost lost her life after giving birth to her first child. If she were to have another one, wouldn't he be so worried that he would be breathless? Now that he thought about it, it was terrifying! He didn't want her to take such a risk again.

"Pfft." He carried Shen chengjing to take a shower. When he came out, he ran to the counter, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed her the one in the middle.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing the man's serious expression, she was amused.

"Cheng." The man's deep voice sounded.

Shen chengjing covered her mouth and took a sip of the red wine.

She stretched out her small hand and traced the outline of the man's face. With the help of the dim lamp, mo Yancheng's face looked extremely exquisite. Her fingertips landed on his lips.

Mo Yanchen looked up at her and grabbed her wrist with his hand.