Yun Mo's eyebrows furrowed deeper, and even his handsome brows took on an undertone of abysmal dominance.
His broad and sturdy hand fell on Qiaoqiao's forehead, following the contour of her cheek, and trailed into her hair.
Bone-defined fingers gently slipped into her hair, sensing the smoothness of her strands, inhaling the familiar scent that emanated from them, a scent uniquely hers, inciting irresistible feelings within him.
The way his gaze was fixed on her seemed to convey silently his unspoken desires as a man.
Of course, Qiaoqiao understood that when he referred to "taking the initiative", he was referring to conjugal life.
"Hmm," Qiaoqiao wrinkled her brows as well, "Let me think about it, how long has it been?"
She really couldn't figure it out, but indeed, it had been a long, long time, since she had taken the initiative in that regard.
She was quite often the one to initiate, especially when he had just returned from the Primitive Forest.