Her small mouth was captured by him again; he could never get enough of her taste.
"Let’s shower together." Beiming Han pulled her up from the ground, undoing the buttons of her clothes one by one with his fingers.
Inside the bathtub.
Gu Qingxin gently rubbed his back with a bath ball while Beiming Han sat in the tub, gazing at her profile reflected in the mirror—exquisite lines, a delicate face, damp long hair—every part of her was perfect...
After a while, Gu Qingxin belatedly realized that he had been observing her in the mirror.
Gu Qingxin imdiately wriggled out from under his arm, sat on his lap, and with damp arms around his neck, she laughed and said, "If you want to look, do it openly. Why peek?"
"Xin’er, you’re so beautiful." Beiming Han cupped her face, she truly was beautiful, more and more so.
Considering Gu Qingxin was only nineteen before, she was still a shy little girl back then. After eting him, he transford her into a real woman. While Gu Qingxin remains youthful, she now carries a womanly charm; her features are increasingly refined, with allure in her eyes that captivates anyone who looks at her.
No one dislikes hearing complints, especially from the man they love deeply. Gu Qingxin laughed happily, revealing several neat white teeth. She leaned in to kiss him and said, "Thank you, you’re handso too."
"Xin’er, could you..." Beiming Han hesitated.
Gu Qingxin put away her smile, tilted her head at him, and asked, "Could what?"
Could you please not show such beauty to other n, not bathe or be intimate with other n...
"It’s nothing." Beiming Han’s eyes darkened as he turned his head, fluttering his eyelashes, feeling an ache in his heart.
Gu Qingxin frowned, changing her position to straddle his lap, half-kneeling in the tub. She cupped his face back toward her, gazing into his eyes, yet couldn’t decipher them. His gaze was too deep, too heavy—she couldn’t discern anything.
"Tell , what do you want to say?" Gu Qingxin insisted.
"Really nothing, I just wanted to ask if you could... I want you now." Beiming Han’s fingertips lightly traced her cheek, down her neck, over her elegant collarbone, continuing to her chest.
Hearing his words, Gu Qingxin laughed, straightened up and hugged his neck, nudging forward a few tis, then slowly sank down...
And he t her perfectly...
Beiming Han felt her enveloping him bit by bit, holding her even tighter...
Afterwards, Gu Qingxin was utterly exhausted; after all, she was pregnant with Baobao.
Beiming Han laid her on the large bed against the headboard, gently pressed his ear to her small belly. Gu Qingxin touched his face, her cheeks stained with a peach-like blush, her eyes radiating alluring charm.
"Can you hear anything?" Gu Qingxin’s voice was so tender it seed to drip sweetness.
"I hear the Baobao calling Daddy." Beiming Han turned his head, gently kissing her slightly round belly.
Gu Qingxin laughed, tugging his ear, "Then why haven’t I heard them call Mommy?"
"You can’t hear it yourself!" Beiming Han pressed his ear back against her belly.
He rose, cradling her waist in his hands, imagining how it would gradually grow thicker...
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