Chi Yang rustled Zhong Nuannuan's hair and pressed it back against his chest. He said, "We'll wait till the day your turn 18. After collecting our marriage license, I'll not let you off even if you beg me!"
The thought of Nuannuan turning 18 lit up his eyes, turning red with passionate expectation. He even had to clench his teeth when he spoke.
His little wife was like a heavenly peach hung on a tree right in front of him. It was pure white, fresh, and juicy, filled with temptation as it was displayed in front of a man like him with voracious hunger. The peach was screaming out to him with vigor, 'Eat me! Eat me! Come on and eat me!'
The more he looked at her, the more tempted he was to ravish her hungrily, but he had to prevent this lethal seduction with utter determination.
Only Chi Yang knew how much restraint he had to practice when faced with Zhong Nuannuan.