Little Vixen

Xie Limo felt his heart melting. Surprised by his wife's initiative, he tightened his embrace around her, as though he was trying to meld her body into his.

The kiss that Yun Bixue gently gave was quickly taken over by the domineering Xie Limo. Even in his passion and excitement, he was still as elegant and noble.

Knowing that this magnificent man was her Mr. Xie and her husband, Yun Bixue was contented indeed.

After a while, Xie Limo parted slightly from Yun Bixue's lips. Caressing her cheeks, he sighed before saying, "My dear, you're really a little vixen. You have bewitched me."

"I was sleeping soundly. I wasn't trying to bewitch you."

"My wife, who is sleeping soundly, is also beautiful."

"You're flattering me now, but who was the one who said that I slept like a fitful kitten?"

Xie Limo's chest rumbled as he chuckled. "You still remember that? Are you still angry?"