The tips of the little woman's fingers seem to have magic, lightly tracing his chest, making his heart itch, creating the illusion that her fingertips have truly touched her heart.
Eldest Young Master Grant's eyes gradually heated and locked onto his wife's small, palm-sized face. Seeing the kiss marks on her exposed shoulder, he tightly pursed his thin lips, leaned down to lightly nibble on her shoulder, then touched her face and laughed, "Honey, whatever you say goes."
"Are you a dog? You love biting me so much!" Lily Shaw heard the man's indulgent words, and her eyes curved with a smile. Feeling the warm touch on her shoulder, she couldn't help but glare playfully at the smiling man, speaking in a soft, coy tone.
"I'm not a dog, I belong to you." Eldest Young Master Grant lit up his skill for sweet talk with a swipe, tenderly pressing his face against his wife's creamy-cheek, filled with intense love in his eyes.
