Huo Beijiang was cursing at his weak-willed self, but then again, isn't it entirely common for him to be weak over his little wife?
A normal man is always weak in front of his wife!
Those who are composed aren't normal.
He placed Nan Fei on the soft bed, bent over and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, lips slightly parted, seemingly inviting him to taste.
Huo Beijiang's Adam's apple could not hold back its involuntary movements, he originally intended to cover his little wife with a blanket and then leave, but now it seemed impossible to move his legs.
Nan Fei's sleep was restless, she moved slightly and made a soft sound.
This, for Huo Beijiang, was like a deadly aphrodisiac, even with his good self-control, he could not hold it back. His whole body seemed to boil up and a rush of heat surged downwards, which was hard to contain.
Speaking of, wouldn't a man have a certain reaction in the face of the woman he loves?
He leaned over and gently kissed Nan Fei's lips.