A fashion queen

"Wow! Honey, your cooking is so delicious!" Cui Xueying couldn't help but exclaim as she devoured the food, her expression of surprise as if she had discovered a new world. She picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her mouth, chewing it carefully, her face filled with a smile of satisfaction and happiness.

"Hey, you, it's just some light food, and you're so happy." Mo Yunting looked at his wife's adorable appearance and couldn't help but smile slightly, his eyes full of doting. He gently picked up a tissue and carefully wiped away the rice grains from the corners of her mouth, his movements gentle and meticulous.

"Hehe, any food cooked by my husband is delicious!" Cui Xueying put down her chopsticks, put her arms around Mo Yunting's neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

Mo Yunting felt Cui Xueying's intimate gesture, and his heart was filled with warmth. He hugged Cui Xueying tightly in his arms and stroked her back gently. It seemed that she had had enough sleep and was full.

"Thank you, my wife," Mo Yunting murmured softly, his deep, magnetic voice seemingly piercing the soul. "Having you by my side fills me with immense happiness and contentment every moment." He gazed lovingly at the woman before him, his eyes filled with love and attachment.

After saying this, Mo Yunting slowly lowered his head and precisely kissed the cherry lips that were about to continue chattering. The kiss was as fierce and fiery as a storm, instantly igniting the long-suppressed passion between the two. They hugged each other tightly, lips and teeth pressed together, as if time had stopped and the whole world was only them.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yunting finally released the person in his arms, but he was still panting, and the flames of desire burned more and more vigorously in his eyes. He looked at Cui Xueying with deep affection and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Wife, I want you, can I?"

Hearing this, Cui Xueying's cheeks flushed like a ripe apple. She panicked and turned her head away, stammering, "No, no! We're in a restaurant!" Her heart was already pounding like a deer, and her breathing was involuntarily rapid. Although deep down she longed for her lover, her mind told her not to indulge herself at this moment.

Mo Yunting seemed to understand her concerns. He nodded slightly and whispered, "Okay, let's go back to the house." After that, he gently took Cui Xueying's hand and left the restaurant with anxious but steady steps.

The two of them were silent all the way, and the air was filled with an ambiguous and tense atmosphere. When they were about to reach the bedroom, Mo Yunting picked her up without saying a word.

He carefully placed her on the soft bed, then leaned over and looked at her closely. At this moment, Mo Yunting's eyes were passionate and full of desire, as if he wanted to melt her whole body.

He stretched out his big, warm hands and gently stroked Cui Xueying's delicate face. His fingertips slid across her delicate skin, bringing a tingling sensation. Cui Xueying shuddered and couldn't help but close her eyes, enjoying the warmth and sweetness of this moment.

Cui Xueying's heart was beating like a frightened deer. Although she had experienced this countless times, the longing for Mo Yunting deep within her heart still surged like a surging tide. At this moment, she gently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, her fair face stained with an intoxicating blush, and she quietly waited for Mo Yunting to get closer.

Mo Yunting's tall figure slowly leaned down, his deep, blazing eyes gazing at the beautiful woman before him, as if he wanted to etch every subtle expression of hers into his heart. He first gently kissed Cui Xueying's smooth forehead, like a breeze blowing across the surface of a lake, stirring up layers of ripples; then, his lips moved to the tip of her small nose, giving it a light peck with endless doting and tenderness; finally, his lips accurately covered Cui Xueying's delicate, voluptuous red lips.