Luo Sheng was surprised that the person in his arms would ask such a question. He paused for a moment before smiling helplessly and indulgently.

"You're really drunk to ask such a question."

Xiao Yunying said matter-of-factly, "We are already married, why can't I ask? If it weren't for that time before... I would have thought you had some kind of hidden illness."

Luo Yong narrowed his eyes: "You're such a heartless person. I didn't want to force you. I wanted you to accept me completely before... Do you know how many cold showers I took to avoid forcing you?"

"Really?" Xiao Yunying tilted her head. "Then it means it's not that I'm not charming enough, right? Luo Sheng, you're so kind."

As she spoke, she nuzzled against Luo Sheng's neck like a cat, the soft strands of hair tickling his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

Luo Sheng took a deep breath, threw the cloth in his hand into the wooden basin, pulled away from the person in his arms, and took off her outer clothes: "Yun Ying, you're drunk. Take off your outer clothes first and get some rest. We can talk about it tomorrow when you're sober."

Xiao Yunying obediently took off her outer clothes, but said, "No, I won't dare to say anything once I'm sober."

Luo Sheng chuckled softly and put her coat aside: "Are you drunk or not?"

Xiao Yunying didn't speak, she just stared at his face.

Luo Sheng felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze: "What are you looking at?"

"Luo Sheng, has anyone ever told you that you are very handsome and good-looking?"

As she spoke, she reached out and touched his eyelashes, watching his eyes flutter, then sliding down his nose to his lips.

Luo Yong didn't dodge the question: "You like my face?"

Xiao Yunying nodded and pressed her lips firmly against his.

It's really elastic.

"If I can win your favor, then this face of mine has not been wasted."

Xiao Yunying watched as his lips slowly moved and uttered those words, then suddenly leaned in and kissed his lips.

A mere, fleeting kiss completely threw Luo Sheng into disarray.

He stared straight into Xiao Yunying's eyes without saying a word. Feeling guilty under his gaze, she deliberately raised her voice and said, "What are you looking at? You're my husband, can't I even give you a kiss!"

Luo Sheng tried his best to stay calm and took a deep breath: "Yun Ying, you're drunk, you should rest..."

Before I could finish speaking, I was kissed again.

He said helplessly, "Yun Ying, I'm a normal man. Stop teasing me, or I won't be able to resist."

"If you can't hold it in, then don't. I didn't tell you to hold it in."

Luo Sheng's tone took on a dangerous tinge: "Yun Ying, do you know what you're saying and doing?"

"Of course I know, I'm just teasing you."

Luo Sheng was amused by her and lost his temper, laughing helplessly again: "Forget it, what's the point of reasoning with a drunkard? You should lie down..."

Xiao Yunying didn't want to hear him keep saying he was drunk, so she once again silenced his unfinished words with her lips.

This time she couldn't pull away in time, and Luo Sheng reached out and stroked the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally released the person in his arms, his breathing slightly rapid, and said, "Yun Ying, you provoked me first. Don't regret it when you sober up tomorrow."

Xiao Yunying didn't speak, but placed another light kiss on his lips.

This time, Luo Sheng no longer held back and extinguished the candle with a palm strike, instantly filling the room with an atmosphere of infinite ambiguity.

That night, it was no longer out of necessity, no longer out of helplessness, but out of mutual affection, a true infatuation that was hard to control...