Perhaps due to the warmth of the heated bed, her small face as she slept was round and rosy, with softly parted crimson lips that seemed to beckon invitingly.
The more Qin Jian looked at his little wife, the more he adored her. He leaned down, intending to taste her cherry lips once more, but as he drew near, An Hao opened her eyes.
The distance between them was so close, their gazes locked onto each other's pupils, thick affection spilling from their eyes.
Just as Qin Jian was about to lean in for a kiss, he was pushed away by An Hao, who giggled, "You were actually trying to sneak attack me just now."
"Sneak attack...? You're already my woman; if I want to kiss your fragrant charm, there's no need to be sneaky, right?" Qin Jian curled his lips upward, "If I want to kiss, I do so openly and honorably! Like this..."
With that, he wrapped his arms around his little wife and kissed her deeply.
Her lips were soft and delectable, making him feel as though he could never get enough.