A quarter of an hour later, the two of them ended their passionate kiss.

"Little Allure~"

Han Yichen lay in bed, his hair disheveled, his cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes filled with a look of unfulfilled desire. He gently tugged at Hua Qingcheng's belt, a look of longing on his face.

"Then...then I'll be careful."

Hua Qingcheng raised her hand and touched Han Yichen's face. Her third husband had passed the early pregnancy period and the fetus was stable, so it was appropriate to have sex.

Hua Qingcheng raised her bare hands and slowly ripped off Han Yichen's belt, as if unraveling a precious secret. Their clothes fluttered to the ground like petals.

Under the dim light, Sanlang's peerless beauty was illuminated even more clearly. His skin radiated a white glow like moonlight, so delicate and tender that one could not help but want to touch it. Hua Qingcheng's eyes were mesmerized. Her fingers gently slid across Sanlang's cheek, feeling his warmth and curves, as if playing a melody full of love.

Every touch was like a spiritual resonance. Hua Qingcheng's heartbeat quickened, as if she could hear the longing deep within her heart. Her fingertips wandered over Sanlang's body, feeling the lines of his muscles and his warm breath. Every inch of his skin became the sustenance of her emotions.

Sanlang's breathing gradually became rapid, his eyes revealing an indescribable longing and tenderness. His thin lips parted slightly, as if welcoming the tenderness of his beloved. His body trembled slightly under Hua Qingcheng's gentle caress, as if he had lost all self-control. This man's enchantment and charm drew Hua Qingcheng deeply, unable to extricate herself.

The two figures on the bed were entangled tightly together.

In this quiet moment, Hua Qingcheng and Sanlang's worlds were filled with only each other. Their eyes met, filled with affection. The dim light of the lamp created an ambiguous and dreamy atmosphere for them, and time seemed to freeze for them, stopping.