Before He Zhilan could respond, he had sealed her lips and his hands began to wander on her. The nightgown was removed in the blink of an eye.
Ever since He Zhilan's miscarriage until now, He Teng refrained from touching her out of consideration for her physical recovery. It wasn't that He Teng didn't want to; he simply thought about giving He Zhilan more time to rest properly. And so, he had been holding back.
Little He Teng, having been starved for months, finally had his fill that night.
The little wife lay beside him like a puddle of mud, and He Teng finally satisfied, pulled the naked little wife to his side to let her hold him as they slept.
...
When He Zhilan woke up the next day, He Teng was still there, for the first time ever, and the sun was already hanging high outside while he lay beside her.
He Zhilan opened her eyes to see He Teng looking at her.
"Good morning," she greeted sleepily, but just turned to continue sleeping.
"It's almost eleven," He Teng remarked.
