"My wife is not an unconscious person."

"Although I'm not in love, I love you." Jiang Zhining said softly.

Listening to her words, Song Yuzhou's heart was pounding: "Wife, can you say it again?"

"say what?"

"Say you love me."

Jiang Zhining teased him deliberately: "Beg me."

Enduring the pain from the wound on his left hand, Song Yuzhou slowly put his arms around her waist: "Wife, I love you. Do you love me?"

"I love you." Jiang Zhining responded affectionately.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuzhou leaned forward and his sexy thin lips fell on her soft lips.

The last kiss we had in the wild was somewhat restrained.

Now that they were alone, he could finally kiss her freely.

Jiang Zhining opened her eyes, careful not to touch his wound.

The two were originally lying on their sides, but as the kiss deepened, Song Yuzhou gradually changed his position.

He supported himself on the bed with his right hand and pressed Jiang Zhining under him.

His lips, starting from her pink lips, slowly moved down to her beautiful collarbone.

Then, he nibbled the button of her dress with his teeth and bit it open.

Jiang Zhining hugged his neck, her voice trembling: "Aren't you injured?"

Song Yuzhou's voice was hoarse: "That little injury won't affect my shooting."

"Can't you take a break?" Jiang Zhining said coquettishly.

His injuries were serious and he needed several stitches.

Song Yuzhou pressed her down, feeling the elasticity of the cotton, and responded in a low voice: "Wife, I haven't seen you for so long. If you don't do something, you can consider changing a man."

If a young couple who have been separated for a long time cannot spark their passion together, then there is a problem.

As he spoke, Song Yuzhou's hands were busy too. He took it and put it into his mouth.