Ever since Old Mr. Mo's sudden myocardial infarction, it had been already more than half a month. Si Yiyan and Wen Xinya had avoided sex while one of them focused on taking care of Old Mr. Mo and the other one on caring for his beloved woman.
Long periods of deprivation undoubtedly made men insatiable, even more so than newly-weds.
As expected, this was a totally unrestrained night.
Finally, Wen Xinya laid exhausted on the bed and fell asleep despite being sticky with perspiration.
Of course, she didn't know that Si Yiyan had gone in and out of the room to help her clean up and change the bedsheets so that she could sleep more comfortably.
Si Yiyan kissed her tender red lips gently. "Dear, Old Mr. Mo's health checkup is scheduled at 12 P.M.—we're going to be late soon."
He hadn't intended to torment her like this. However, last night, she was just like a passionately blooming Chinese rose radiating gorgeously.