Inside the Yangxin Hall of the Palace, the gentle sound of breathing resembled a brook flowing steadily.
Beside the table inside and outside the hall, Zhu Nanzhi, like a clingy little kitten, sat sideways on Lu Jin'an's lap, her hands wrapped around his neck, leaving traces of longing with kisses on his face and neck.
At this moment, her clean and elegant dress had its collar partly open, revealing the snowy plum blossom corset inside, not only were the white, smooth skin on her sides barely contained, but even the plum blossoms on the corset seemed to come alive.
"Ha~"
Zhu Nanzhi looked at her long-lost husband with mesmerizing eyes, her gaze filled with a desire that wished to consume him.
Looking at the radiant little wife, Lu Jin'an's hand on her thigh beneath the skirt couldn't help but squeeze.
Smooth and supple upon touch, especially the silky feel of the hidden silk stockings under the trousers, was particularly pleasant.
"Did you miss me?"
