When everything was over, the newlyweds both felt like well-fed cats, lazily holding each other and basking in the pleasurable ambiance of their warmed ears and temples brushing against each other.
With such moments, all minor annoyances and worries were not a problem at all.
Qiao Xiaomai put her feet on Tong Sanlang's feet, rubbing them occasionally.
Tong Sanlang felt ticklish. Thinking about the situation just now, his large hand gently patted Qiao Xiaomai's back, "I see your toenails have grown a little long, shall I trim them for you?"
"Sure." Qiao Xiaomai had no objections.
She took a pair of nail clippers from her space and handed it to Tong Sanlang.
Tong Sanlang sat up, his large hand holding her foot, gently trimming her toenails in the candlelight.
Qiao Xiaomai watched his focused and serious expression, feeling something stir in her heart.
Tong Sanlang had just been whispering sweet nothings into her ear, but to her, wasn't he equally captivating?