"Um..." Di Jinxuan couldn't help but let out a soft sound, subconsciously, involuntarily, she instantly panicked with embarrassment.
She wanted to push him away, but his body was as solid as iron, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move him, only able to follow the rhythm of his breath.
His kiss wasn't long, at most half a minute, but to her, it felt like a century; she was nearly suffocating.
Soon, he released her lips and his forehead rested against hers, slightly gasping for air. In this endless darkness, he was inexplicably seductive; her heart pounded like thunder.
However, he didn't let her go. He cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, his nose barely touching hers, his warm and heavy breaths mingling with hers.
"Wife..." he began, his voice carrying a nocturnal elegance, mysterious and enticing. His lips gently caressed hers, whispering with a breath that was uniquely his, "Wife, you are so sweet."
