"I see." Gu Xu held Ye Jiajia, whose slender waist bore almost no sign of her three-month pregnancy, provoking his deep concern. "My dear wife."
Lying together on the bed in the quiet, dim night, their gentle laughter filled the room.
Gu Xu slowly closed his eyes, pressing his slightly stubbled cheek against Ye Jiajia's delicate, smooth face in a tender caress.
His well-defined fingers intertwined with Ye Jiajia's thick, silky hair, steadying her face, drawing near softly in continuous strokes.
The soft rustling of skin against skin was audible in the silence.
These gentle strokes made it almost impossible for Gu Xu to hold back his desires.
However, he forced himself to suppress those desires, not daring to touch Ye Jiajia.
Feeling his restraint, Ye Jiajia pushes him away, moving a bit farther back, curling up in a corner of the quilt, her eyes filled with guilt as she looked at him.