After they finished washing up and taking a shower, they lay down on the bed together.

Yun Qinglu tossed and turned on the bed, much like someone trying to cook a pancake, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Noticing her subtle movements, Mo Beichen turned to her and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yun Qingluo quickly shook her head, but then remembered that it was nighttime and the other party might not be able to see her movements clearly.

Then he quickly added, "It's nothing, I just don't feel sleepy right now, probably because I slept a little too much during the day."

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at? Are you gloating?" Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo immediately turned her head and glared at him fiercely.

Seeing this, Mo Beichen quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake, his words carrying a hint of ambiguity: "It's all my fault. I've been too busy lately, leaving Luo Luo to endure the loneliness of these long nights alone."

Before she could finish speaking, Yun Qingluo tried to explain, but was pulled into a tight embrace.

Before she could react, she was already in Mo Beichen's arms.

"That's not what I meant." Yun Qingluo sensed that something was wrong.

I was amazed. They hadn't even done anything yet, and it was already like this...

Mo Beichen nodded, placed his hands on either side of Yun Qingluo's body, and lowered his head to kiss Yun Qingluo's forehead, cheeks, and down her body.

He mumbled, "Yes, that's what I meant."

Yun Qingluo tried to resist, twisting and turning her body.

Mo Beichen was in some pain and said, "Be good, don't move, or it will hurt later."

He had been so busy lately that he didn't have a moment to spare. When he returned, Yun Qingluo was already asleep, and Mo Beichen couldn't bear to wake her, so the two of them hadn't been able to be affectionate for a long time.

Yun Qingluo heard Mo Beichen take a breath, and the sensation in her body became more and more obvious, so she dared not move.

It wasn't that she was unwilling, but the dark circles under Mo Beichen's eyes made her feel a little sorry for him.

This person hasn't had a proper night's sleep in a long time, and when he gets restless, he doesn't know when to stop. Yun Qingluo felt sorry for him.

Mo Beichen, on the other hand, seemed to be getting more and more energetic.

He endured the discomfort and made thorough preparations, gently kissing Yun Qingluo's collarbone all the way down, and then repeatedly nibbling at Yun Qingluo's earlobe.

Yun Qingluo's earlobe was a sensitive spot, and she couldn't help but murmur softly.

The desire in Mo Beichen's eyes grew stronger, making Yun Qinglu feel a little scared.

"My dear Luo Luo, I can't hold back anymore." Mo Beichen's voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be struggling to contain himself.

Yun Qingluo's heart trembled, and she took the initiative to reach out her hands and cling to Mo Beichen.

When Mo Beichen saw Yun Qingluo make an invitation, his eyes lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but lean down.

Yun Qingluo felt like the autumn sun setting, the wind blowing, she was detached from the towering tree she was clinging to, dancing in the wind, swaying and falling downwards.

After finally landing on the ground, a gust of wind swept in and lifted it up again, sending it flying in the wind.

It's like duckweed, unable to find a place to settle.

At first, Mo Beichen was somewhat gentle and considerate, but later he became more and more obsessed, acting entirely on his instincts.

Yun Qinglu cried and begged for mercy, her voice like a kitten's meow, which stimulated Mo Beichen's nerves.

Yun Qingluo began to regret it. How did things develop to this point?

But she also realized more and more that people who have abstained from meat for too long are not to be trifled with.

They're really not to be trifled with.

She needs to seriously consider the importance of this matter.

"My dear, you're begging for mercy while daydreaming? It seems your husband hasn't tried hard enough." Mo Beichen's heavy breathing fell on Yun Qingluo's ears, causing her to tremble slightly.

Yun Qingluo's eyes reddened; she had already cried.

But perhaps Mo Beichen really saw that he was completely healed, and seemed to want to vent all the pent-up emotions he had been suppressing for so long.

They have no sense of proportion.

"Ah Chen, ah, no, um..." Yun Qingluo's words were swallowed by Mo Beichen before she could finish speaking.

After the long, drawn-out kiss ended, Yun Qingluo felt like she almost couldn't breathe.

"Good boy, begging for mercy won't work." Mo Beichen said these words in a light tone.

He rose slightly, giving Yun Qingluo some time to rest.

But when Yun Qingluo saw Mo Beichen leave, creating a gap between them, she immediately tried to run away.

Mo Beichen laughed in anger at his wife's behavior of prioritizing her own pleasure over the well-being of others.

"I feel sorry for Luo Luo and gave her time to rest, but Luo Luo wanted to run away. She's really naughty." Mo Beichen's voice carried a hint of danger.

Yun Qingluo turned around and saw the storm brewing in Mo Beichen's eyes. She swallowed hard.

Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse, "I, I didn't. Ah Chen should rest. He's been so tired lately, it breaks my heart to see him like this. Ah Chen should get a good night's sleep."

Mo Beichen's voice was low and husky as he pulled Yun Qingluo back into his arms and held her tightly before speaking, "I was just sleeping."

Yun Qingluo couldn't help but blurt out, "Was what you were sleeping really a nap?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen, seeing Yun Qingluo willingly jump into the trap he had dug, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Hmm, that's not it, I slept with..."

Before Mo Beichen could finish speaking, Yun Qingluo interrupted him.

What a scoundrel! He should be as serious as possible every day.

But in certain situations, the things said can be as offensive as they can be.

Sometimes, even someone as shameless and open-minded as Yun Qingluo admits she can't compare.

It was just getting light.

Yun Qingluo finally drifted off to sleep, no longer even begging for mercy.

Mo Beichen looked down at Yun Qingluo's flushed cheeks and thought to himself: She's really better now, even healthier than before.

Previously, after falling down, I couldn't take it anymore and would faint in the middle of the night.

My physical strength is getting better and better now.

She actually stayed up all night with me, and then just fell asleep.

Mo Beichen slowly stood up, looking satisfied.

He tiptoed to the basin, filled it with steaming hot water, and carefully carried it back to the bedside.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently lifted the blankets covering Yun Qingluo and carefully and gently wiped her skin with a damp towel, as if she were a priceless treasure.

Once, twice...

He patiently repeated the action until he was sure that Yun Qingluo's body was completely clean.

Then, he carefully dressed her in soft, comfortable undergarments and gently pulled the quilt over her, covering her completely.

After doing all this, Mo Beichen turned and walked into the bathroom.

Warm water flowed from the sprinkler on the wooden floor, wetting his muscular body, and it was clear that Mo Beichen was in a good mood.

Despite the noise of the water, it did not wake Yun Qingluo, who was fast asleep; she must have been extremely exhausted.

After taking a shower, Mo Beichen dressed neatly and came to the bedside again.

He gazed quietly at Yun Qingluo's peaceful sleeping face, a doting smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, the warmth traveling through her skin to the depths of her heart.

Finally, he took a deep breath, quietly left the room, leaving a peaceful space for his sleeping lover.

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