His beautiful wife was right there in his arms, smelling so sweet and looking so soft. He was a strong beastman, and it was impossible for a sane man to control himself in a moment like this.
His hands, which he had tried so hard to keep good for the past weeks, suddenly became naughty.
They started roaming over her body, feeling the curves he had missed so much. Su Qinglan did not push him away. Instead, she became a mess in his arms, clinging to his neck and hiding her blushing face in the crook of his shoulder.
The atmosphere on the quiet mountain became very heavy and sweet. Xuan Long looked at her with eyes full of deep desire. He immediately began kissing her cheeks, moving from her temple down to her jawline.
"Lan Lan," he groaned, his voice deep and vibrating against her skin.
He could not hold back any longer and finally claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Su Qinglan shivered, her fingers tangling in his long hair.
