Gu Jiaojiao craved Leng Yuan's hands, his waist, his legs, his face, his intellect—in short, everything about him. But what was it, specifically?
Gu Jiaojiao felt that even a single strand of hair on Leng Yuan's body was unlike any other.
Leng Yuan fell completely silent.
He had really underestimated his wife. He originally thought she was just into his looks, but it turned out she was into everything under his clothes.
All the little pangs of bitterness, the minor insecurities, and the slight jealousy he'd been feeling suddenly vanished in an instant.
Gu Jiaojiao leaned in, blinking her glistening eyes, and asked in a soft voice, "Were you so moved by my confession just now that you can't even handle it? If so, blink for me."
Gu Jiaojiao was on the kang bed while Leng Yuan sat at the desk next to it. As Gu Jiaojiao leaned over, a few wavy strands of her hair cascaded down close to Leng Yuan's face. He could smell the fresh scent from her hair.
