"What's the matter?" Liuliu abruptly felt Xiaotian trembling. Gently patting Xiaotian's back, she asked him.
"I'm scared, scared that I may never be able to hold you like this again. When in battle, I couldn't think about these things, but now, it feels terribly risky, sweetheart." Xiaotian held Liuliu tightly. Only by clinging to Liuliu did he feel secure in his heart.
Liuliu was infected by Xiaotian's fear. If the Yan Country's bandits had succeeded this time, she might never touch Xiaotian again. With that thought, Liuliu suddenly, impatiently, leaned in to kiss Xiaotian.
Xiaotian passionately kissed Liuliu back, too. That night, Xiaotian finally threw caution to the wind and surrendered himself completely to his desires, making love to his wife time and time again.