In that instant when Su Muyao embraced him, Jing Chu dared not move, his entire body rigid with tension.
With her so close, he could not only smell the captivating sweetness of her scent but also feel the heat radiating from her body.
Jing Chu's Adam's apple gently bobbed as he tried to suppress, yet failed to quench, the innate desire he felt for her.
His gaze fell upon her, his eyes tracing her form over and over again.
Moreover, at this moment, she was entwined with him, her thoughts stirring and the surging waves of emotion hard to restrain, let alone suppress.
"Wife..."
Jing Chu softly called out to Su Muyao, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Her softness pressed against him, urging him to crave more, to desire more.
Jing Chu gently touched her cheek, finding it warm to the touch.
At this moment, she seemed dazed with heat.
Moreover, her fragrance was becoming increasingly intense.
"Jing Chu, you're so cool."
