Su Muyao wanted to undo his buttons and pull them apart.
At this moment, under the cover of wet clothes, Yun Qinglan's bone structure appeared even more exquisite. His demeanor was still so noble, yet he seemed like an immortal fallen into the mortal world.
Her fingers landed on his chest, gently drawing circles.
This man obviously missed her, and there was emotion in his eyes, but he always restrained himself and adhered to decorum.
She just wanted to pull him into the mundane world.
At this moment, Yun Qinglan's body was completely tensed up.
Those elegant eyes were now surging with hidden tides, finally he sighed lightly, "Wife, you're teasing me, you'll be unable to take it."
Did she not know how much self-control he had to use to suppress the emotions surging within him?
Su Muyao's fingers trembled slightly.
