Su Luo pouted with grievance, "I was fully dressed inside, and besides, you are my husband, not a stranger!"
She felt it was strange.
They had been sharing the bed for many days and she had been wearing nearly the same thing every night. Why was his reaction so strong today?
Perhaps the term 'my husband' was pleasing to his ears, Jiang Shu's mood seemed much better, as a cat that had its fur smoothed down, no longer rejecting Su Luo's gentle touch on his back.
Maybe it was because of Su Luo's gentle movements, or maybe it was because of the warmth that her palm held which his body lacked.
Jiang Shu felt a heat flowing from his back, slowly circulating around his body. The temperature of the skin she was touching began to rise, this level of warmth slightly eased the turmoil in his chest.
Exhaustion swept over him, he slowly closed his eyes, feeling as though the last bit of his spirit and energy were about to leave his body.