Lu Xingjian lowered his head and took a bite.

Su Wanwan recoiled in pain, her head slamming directly into the dragon pillar. She saw stars and had to open her mouth.

Lu Xingjian kissed her swiftly and fiercely, like a hungry tiger.

He placed his palm on the back of her head to prevent her from being bumped again.

He felt very uncomfortable.

He's not even dead yet, and his wife is already dressed like a widow.

That's infuriating.

Perhaps they thought he was too poor, that he couldn't even afford to have a nice new outfit made for him.

They're too intimate.

They kissed too intimately.

Su Wanwan's hands hung at her sides, her fingers involuntarily curling up.

The sound in my ears was the rush of blood to my head.

Even though she tried her best to remain calm and composed.

The body doesn't lie.

She missed him very much.

On those nights when she slept alone in Kunning Palace in the dead of night, his image would always inadvertently flash through her mind.

These are all ordinary moments.

For example, he was holding a teacup in one hand and a book in the other, and only realized he hadn't removed the lid when the teacup was almost to his lips.

For example, he lay on her lap, idly and lazily touching Yunxi, chatting idly.

Sometimes he's very picky, criticizing the cook's skills and urging her to cook for him.

She always felt awkward at this point and would hurriedly try to find another topic to talk about.

For her, the kitchen was definitely a place where she exposed her weaknesses.

As a result, this guy would take the opportunity to make a less difficult request, forcing her to hastily agree.

When she saw his sly smile, she realized that she had fallen into his trap.