God knows how uncomfortable he is. He has just started having sex, and things keep happening again and again. He hasn't had sex for several days.

Shen Liwu was slightly stunned, then her cheeks turned red, her eyes flickered, as if she was a little overwhelmed by his request.

Her fingers twisted the corners of her clothes unconsciously, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "You... Can't you be serious?"

Zhou Yanjing looked at her like this, a sly smile appeared on his lips, and he gently lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were fiery and deep, with a hint of undisguised desire, "I really can't be serious in front of you."

Shen Liwu felt a burning sensation in her heart when he looked at her, and her breathing quickened. She pursed her lips and pushed his hand away pretending to be calm, "That depends on my mood. I don't want to be bullied by you."

"Oh?" Zhou Yanjing raised his eyebrows, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, "Then tell me, what does it mean to not bully you?"

Shen Liwu lowered his head, his voice muffled, “At least… be gentle, don’t toss until midnight like last time.”

Zhou Yanjing was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, his voice low and pleasant, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I will be gentler this time, but——"

He paused, leaned close to her ear, and his hot breath sprayed on her earlobe, "If you tease me again, I won't promise."

Shen Liwu's face turned even redder, and she reached out and punched his chest, "Stop it!"

Zhou Yanjing grabbed her hand, held it in his palm, and squeezed it gently, "Wife, I miss you so much."

He stood up, bent down and picked her up sideways. Chen Liwu was placed on the bed. Zhou Yanjing became impatient. He stripped Chen Liwu's clothes to half her shoulders. The unique body fragrance of a woman made him kiss her shoulder involuntarily.

Shen Liwu's body trembled slightly, and the warm touch on her shoulder made her close her eyes involuntarily. Her fingers gently pinched Zhou Yanjing's back, as if responding to his enthusiasm. There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, which, along with the sound of their breathing, intertwined into an intoxicating melody.

Zhou Yanjing's movements gradually slowed down, and his lips moved from her shoulder to her neck.

His kiss was gentle and lingering, as if he wanted to pour all his thoughts and attachments into this moment.

Shen Liwu's breathing became more and more rapid. She felt the uncontrollable desire in him, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood.

"Zhou Yanjing..." Her voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, his lips still moving over her skin.

"You promised me... to be gentle." Her fingers gently pushed his shoulder, as if to remind him.

Zhou Yanjing paused and looked up at her. Those dark eyes were full of forbearance and restraint, his breathing was still heavy, and there was even a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and smiled bitterly, "Wife, you are trying to kill me."

There was a sly flash in Shen Liwu's eyes, and she gently stroked his cheek with her fingers, teasing him a little, "Then..."

She suddenly thought of what Zhang Damei and Wu Fen had said to her today:

The more you let go of a man, the more excited he becomes!

You have to coax him, praise him, and encourage him, so that you will have a better relationship and the baby will come faster.

Shen Liwu suddenly wanted to try what Zhang Damei said, whether the baby would come faster this way.

"Zhou Yanjing..."

Shen Liwu pulled her clothes down, revealing most of her beauty.