Winter day, outside the window, snowflakes flutter, inside the house, the orange light scatters in every corner, beneath the quilt, the couple shows deep affection.
...
After a love affair, both of them were sweating profusely, but still held onto each other without letting go. He Teng, who had sobered up from the alcohol, looked down at his petite and pampered wife in his arms, gently wiped the sweat from her face and asked, "Tired?"
"What do you think?" He Zhilan replied lazily, and then lowered her head to gently scratch He Teng's chest with her nose tip like a little cat, "Are you born in the year of the Dog? Tomorrow morning, there will definitely be bite marks all over!"
He Teng chuckled softly, tightened his arms a bit, and changed the subject, "What were you and Dongxue talking about earlier that got her all worked up?"
