Zhao Erhu felt that his little wife really didn't need to be shy; these past days, he had taken quite a few liberties with her. Though he hadn't gone all the way yet, he had touched everything he should—and shouldn't have—mostly under the cover of darkness. In the daylight, the little wife was more easily embarrassed and adamantly refused to let him touch her. Of course, he was supposed to prioritize his duties now, but after handling official matters, there was no harm in mixing business with a bit of pleasure, especially since such opportunities were rare. He had to make the most of it.
"Zhao Erhu, you're not allowed to touch there, it's so ticklish, hee hee." The young girl was both delicate and bashful.
"Zhao Erhu, if you keep this up, I'm going to get angry." Her voice was already somewhat breathless.
"Zhao Erhu, you jerk! Dishonest old man." She was already enraged, but her tone clearly...