"What are you thanking me for?" Chen Xiaoru's voice was soft with a hint of shyness, her eyes were blurred, and her cheeks were rosy, like a ripe apple, making people want to take a bite.
"Thank you for your care all the time, thank you for never leaving me, thank you..." Song Zhe's voice was low and gentle, every word full of affection. He paused, his eyes becoming more blazing, "Thank you even more for being willing to be my wife."
Chen Xiaoru's heart beat faster. She could feel the sincerity and love in Song Zhe's words. She raised her head, met Song Zhe's affectionate gaze, and said softly, "Husband, these are what I should do. You are my husband. If I don't treat you well, who should I treat well?"
Song Zhe kissed Chen Xiaoru again, this time even more tenderly. His hand caressed her hair, savoring this long-lost moment of intimacy. As he kissed her, he lifted her up and carried her sideways, striding towards the bed.
Chen Xiaoru exclaimed, hugged Song Zhe's neck tightly with both hands, buried her head in his chest, and felt his strong heartbeat.
Song Zhe gently placed Chen Xiaoru on the bed, leaned over and pressed her down, and the two fell into a passionate kiss again.
"Husband, wait..." Chen Xiaoru suddenly grabbed Song Zhe's wrist, frowned slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.
Song Zhe stopped moving, propped himself up, and looked at his wife with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, with a hint of confusion in his voice.
Chen Xiaoru bit her lower lip, her eyes wandering, before finally mustering the courage to look Song Zhe in the eye. "Husband, it's still daytime..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, her cheeks flushed, and she hesitated to speak.
After hearing this, Song Zhe's Adam's apple rolled and his breathing became heavy. He leaned down, resting his forehead against Chen Xiaoru's, and whispered hoarsely, "Xiaoru, you are torturing me to death."
After saying that, he kissed Chen Xiaoru's lips fiercely, as if he wanted to pour all his desires into them.
After a moment, Song Zhe reluctantly let go of Chen Xiaoru and turned over to lie beside her. He reached out and pulled his wife into his arms, hugging her tightly, feeling each other's body temperature and heartbeat.
Time passed slowly, and Song Zhe gradually calmed down. He looked down at Chen Xiaoru in his arms and found that she had fallen asleep peacefully. Song Zhe gently raised his hand and touched the tip of Chen Xiaoru's delicate nose with his fingertips, a doting smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"What a little rascal." He murmured softly.
Song Zhe carefully loosened his arms and tucked the quilt in for Chen Xiaoru. He stood up and walked to the desk, picked up a book, and began to read quietly. From time to time, he looked back at his wife who was sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes full of tenderness.
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