A fashion queen

Mo Yunting gently extended his slender and powerful fingers and carefully touched her silky hair. Each strand of hair was like delicate silk, sliding through his fingertips, bringing an indescribable gentle touch.

His eyes were filled with endless doting, as if he was looking at a rare treasure. Mo Yunting leaned slightly closer to her ear and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Good morning, my dear wife, did you sleep well last night?"

Cui Xueying's eyes were still a little dazed at the gentle greeting, but when she saw the handsome face before her, a shy blush instantly appeared on her face, as charming and beautiful as a peach blossom in early spring. She pursed her lips gently and smiled, a smile like the warmest spring breeze, bringing immense comfort and joy. Then, in a voice almost audible only to herself, she replied, "Well... I'm fine. How about you? Are you okay?"

Mo Yunting gazed intently at the shy and charming figure before him, a warm current flowing involuntarily from deep within his heart. The corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably, shining like stars in the night sky, outlining a captivating and graceful curve.

"As long as you're by my side, I can drift off to sleep peacefully, each night filled with sweet, beautiful dreams." As these gentle words fell, Mo Yunting lowered his head slightly, his every gesture a touch of grace and naturalness. His lips, as pink as cherry blossoms, carefully and gently touched her forehead, as smooth and delicate as white jade, like a nimble dragonfly touching the surface of water. This brief yet deeply affectionate kiss seemed to carry a thousand words and endless thoughts, silently conveying his deep, intense, and unwavering love and attachment to her.

This brief but fiery kiss was like a wisp of warm and pleasant spring breeze that quietly blew across the calm mirror-like surface of the lake, stirring up circles of tiny but clearly visible ripples, causing the lake of one's heart to also be filled with waves that were difficult to calm down, and the mind was shaken by it.

Cui Xueying nestled tenderly in his broad and solid arms, rubbed him a few times with a look of neither anger nor anger, and whispered softly in a voice as sweet as a yellow oriole singing in a valley: "You are such an annoying guy, why do you always talk like this? Humph..." Although there was a hint of complaint in her words, there was more of shyness and joy that could not be concealed.

"That's right. Who can you always stir up my desire for no apparent reason?" Mo Yunting said as he held her tightly in his arms. At this moment, the two of them were in the warm bed, with no gap between them, naked, which made Mo Yunting's desire even more difficult to suppress.

Mo Yunting chuckled softly, a deep, magnetic laugh that seemed to penetrate the soul. "I was simply speaking my true thoughts." Before he finished speaking, his restless hands began to roam over Cui Xueying's delicate skin, causing slight shivers wherever they passed.

Cui Xueying's breathing gradually became rapid, her eyes becoming hazy. Her rosy lips parted slightly, as if silently begging for more. Seeing this, Mo Yunting could no longer suppress the surging emotions within him. He suddenly leaned down, accurately capturing those soft, petal-like lips, and began to suck fervently, completely ignoring the daylight hours.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire room instantly became ambiguous and extremely hot. The two bodies were tightly pressed together, as if they were one, and it seemed that they could not be separated...