A kiss landed on her right cheek, then slowly traveled inward.
Tao Wanxin instinctively tried to push him away, but he caught her hand. He held it tightly in his palm, using his injured right hand.
The passion between them flared ever hotter. Zhao Minghong was the first to come to his senses. Seeing the unshed tears in Tao Wanxin's eyes, he got up and stepped back from the bed.
'It's still broad daylight. Wanyin wouldn't want to be this intimate. Besides, she's pregnant.' Zhao Minghong inwardly cursed himself for being a beast.
He said, panting, "You should get some rest. There are still matters waiting for me at the Imperial Palace."
With that said, he fled in a panic, as if a ravenous beast were hot on his heels.
When he reached the doorway, he nearly tripped over the threshold. Chang Lu had to steady him to prevent him from making a fool of himself.
