Late night.
Sleeping in the bed she had had all to herself for two years, Qiu Zhi looked at Feng Chengjin, who was currently perched on top of her, eager to do that thing.
Her face flushed so much she didn't know what to say.
Pushing his body away, she was truly a bit reluctantly resistant.
"No, this is a courtyard house. It's particularly quiet here. Normally, you can hear anyone coughing in this area. The house is brick and wood, not very soundproof. My parents' bedroom is next door, and this is a solid wood bed. If you move like this, it'll make noise."
Qiu Zhi was unbearably anxious, and Feng Chengjin was similarly oppressed with restless eagerness.
Honestly, having been pent up for nearly ten years, who could endure it on their wedding night? Especially with his wife smelling so sweet, getting close for a whiff was more pleasant than any Chanel or Dior perfume.
