Honeymoon

Yet Han Zhuoli recently seemed to have acquired a habit of keeping her in his embrace, and Lu Man could do nothing but stare at the soft sheets just below her.

His embrace made her feel at ease, but his chest was too hard.

Especially when she was trying to sleep.

Just as Lu Man was on the edge of sleep, she felt a stirring below from Han Zhuoli.

Lu Man immediately begged weakly, "I can't anymore!"

Han Zhuoli grabbed her waist and nibbled on her earlobe, saying, "I said you could ride earlier, didn't I?"

"When did you say that?" Lu Man was stunned.

Why did she not remember this?

Lu Man huffed, biting his shoulder in exasperation.

This man, couldn't he only go once?!

Right at this moment, Han Zhuoli's voice traveled into her ears. "Didn't I tell you before dinner? Not only can you look, you can even touch and ride me. This is a privilege that only Mrs. Han can enjoy."