"Husband, it hasn't been three months yet!"
Struggling beneath Zhao Xiyan's unusually fervent advances, Qi Yue managed to say a sentence.
"...Heh," Zhao Xiyan laughed above her, the sound brimming with pleasure.
"What is Yueyue thinking? Your husband is merely enjoying the moment and has no intent of actually doing anything!"
Under his laugh, Qi Yue's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"You clearly said you needed to catch your breath for a moment, yet here you are wanting to do this again..."
Zhao Xiyan laughed again, lying down beside her and stretching an arm to pull her into his embrace, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Yueyue... you must have been waiting anxiously too, right?"
Her face burning, Qi Yue tried to wriggle out of his hold, only to be embraced even tighter by Zhao Xiyan.
"Heh... not long now, just endure a few more days, I am here with you..."
"How dare you even say that..."
Qi Yue, bashfully incensed, pushed against the man with all her might.
