Feng Wuyou squinted her eyes, sleepy and struggling to open them, "In the dead of night, let's talk tomorrow."
Xiao Jinyan's head lowered a bit more, and he kissed her lips a few more times, "Xiaojiu, don't you miss me?"
Tonight, it was rare that Susu hadn't come, and to not take advantage of such a fine night would be a waste.
Outside the house, the moon hung on the treetops.
"Miss, I miss you every day," she thought to herself, but wondered, how could she miss him so much when they saw each other every day, slept together every night?
"Xiaojiu." Xiao Jinyan lowered his head and kissed her, not with brief pecks this time, but with a deep kiss, his hands busy as well.
Once Feng Wuyou was awakened, she looked at the man in front of her, distinguished in abstinence, and didn't know if it was his hands that beguiled her, or that peerlessly beautiful face, but she capitulated.