She just wanted him to sleep better, you bastard.

Mo Beichen leaned closer, reached out and pulled Yun Qingluo into his arms.

"Didn't Luo Luo tell me to come a little closer? Why do you want to run away now that I've come over?" Mo Beichen's voice was deep and hoarse, like a feather sweeping across the clouds and falling into the heart, creating ripples.

Yun Qinglu stammered, "I, I didn't let you get this close to me."

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen's voice lowered, "I thought Luo Luo would miss me a lot."

Yun Qingluo looked up at her husband. Although she knew he was acting, she still couldn't help but want to hug him.

Yun Qingluo turned her head and kissed his chin, "I missed you so much, Achen."

Mo Beichen felt as if his meridians had been opened, and he lowered his head to grab that soft spot and pressed it against him.

Yun Qingluo felt his domineering yet gentle nature, and her heart melted completely. She took the initiative to respond to him.

Mo Beichen's eyes lit up, and he deepened the kiss. The temperature inside the tent instantly rose, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Yun Qingluo only came to her senses when she felt a chill on her chest and a large hand roaming over her body.

Yun Qingluo despised herself for indulging in beauty.

"Ah Chen, no..." Yun Qingluo pushed Mo Beichen away and grabbed his hand, which was igniting a fire, through his clothes.

Mo Beichen's eyes were filled with lust. Suddenly stopped, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he still stopped.

His voice was hoarse and filled with desire, "Luo Luo, I feel unwell..."

Yun Qingluo felt something was wrong between her legs, her face flushing slightly, "Achen..."