Su Yu, despite his usual restraint, couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan under this kind of stimulation.
"What’s wrong with you?" Han Jing opened her eyes and asked, looking confused.
Inside, she was wondering if she had gone too far. Doing this so early in the morning didn’t seem very considerate, and if she really wore Su Yu out, what would happen to her lifelong "sex"—life bliss?
After all, he had kept her in suspense for so long with a mysterious gift, she was just giving him a little bit of punishnt, just to see if he would still act all cold and aloof in the future!
Even the coldest male god is still a man! She just didn’t believe he could endure!
However, for the sake of her lifelong happiness, Han Jing let go and put her hand on Su Yu’s forehead: "Do you have a fever? Why is your forehead so hot?"
Su Yu didn’t even dare to move at this mont.
His whole body was stiff, his breathing sowhat unstable.
The blood within him seed to be boiling, clamoring wildly, almost making him unable to control his impulses. But he knew he couldn’t act on it. He didn’t even dare to kiss her. He feared he would go crazy.
He really was going to die in her hands.
How could there be such a tornting woman? He suddenly understood why so many n had t their end because of won. It really was this painful!
Su Yu closed his eyes, refusing to look at her, desperately reciting the Heart Clarity Spell in his mind. It took nearly a quarter of an hour before he managed to calm down inside.
Then, opening his eyes, he saw Han Jing’s clear and bright eyes innocently looking at him.
A wave of heat surged through him again.
Su Yu, with a cold expression, removed Han Jing’s hand, looked very calm as he sat up, and started dressing with his back to Han Jing.
Han Jing stared intently at Su Yu’s back in his thin inner garnt. Broad shoulders, yep, so secure, full marks. A slender waist, firm and sexy, another full mark. Han Jing swallowed hard in her heart; she hadn’t seen him without clothes yet. At this mont, she wished she had An’an’s x-ray vision skill so she could feast her eyes.
Even wearing clothes, he’s so perfect. Touching him must feel great.
Thinking this, Han Jing’s claws were already on the move. Before Su Yu could reach for his outer garnt, she slipped her hand inside his clothes and felt his back.
Aow~
Han Jing swore she was definitely not a lustful woman, it’s just that faced with such a perfectly built husband, if she acted indifferent and didn’t feel anything, wouldn’t she be truly frigid? Although she was a bit cold, after marrying Su Yu, she discovered she wasn’t that indifferent at all!
It’s just a pity these gods don’t offer anything to eat, it’s really...
Han Jing felt infinitely regretful inside, her little paws couldn’t help but stroke firmly several tis.
No matter what, indulging a bit was surely fine!
Su Yu’s face darkened, and with his back to her, he said coldly, "What are you doing?"
Han Jing’s endless fantasies were interrupted, and she replied very calmly, "I saw your back’s clothes were a bit wrinkled, is it itchy? Let scratch it for you, don’t move~"
Su Yu’s mouth twitched. His inner clothes were made entirely of the finest silk, smooth and delicate, absolutely impossible to wrinkle... Where did she see that his back was itchy!
"Hubby~" Han Jing asked coyly, "Does it feel good? Still itchy?"
Su Yu: "Hubby? What’s that?"
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