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"Just one word of 'I like you' from Qianqian is enough!"

Lu Jingchuan wasn't stupid; he could sense Song Qingqian's feelings.

A woman will only willingly give herself to someone if she is willing to open her heart to her. Song Qingqian allows him to act recklessly, so how could she not love him?

"Qianqian, I promise you, we won't overstep the bounds..."

Lu Jingchuan reached out and pulled down the bed curtains, completely isolating the two of them in the enclosed space. Song Qingqian's heart immediately went into overdrive.

“Lu Jingchuan…”

"Don't worry, Qianqian, I won't be your husband!"

Lu Jingchuan chuckled ambiguously, "In this long night, all I want is to be intimate with my wife..."

"Lu Jingchuan, you have no shame..."

Song Qingqian blushed instantly, feeling so ashamed she wanted to disappear.

"Call me husband!"

Lu Jingchuan smiled and reminded her, his eyes deep, carefully observing Song Qingqian's every subtle emotional fluctuation in the flickering candlelight.

"Don't~"

Song Qingqian protested in a low voice.

"If you listen to me, you'll like this feeling."

Lu Jingchuan lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe with his thin lips. The touch was gentle yet irresistible, making Song Qingqian tremble all over, as if an electric current had spread through her entire body.

Song Qingqian instinctively wanted to resist, supporting herself on his chest with both hands, trying to push him away, but the burning heat from her fingertips made her inexplicably want to succumb to it.

Lu Jingchuan's kisses slid down her earlobe to her sensitive neck, each touch like a spark igniting beneath her skin, sending shivers through her body.

"Lu Jingchuan..."

Song Qingqian's eyes were unfocused. She tried to push him away with her limp hands, but found that each resistance was so pale and powerless, as if she was silently inviting him to go deeper.

Lu Jingchuan's breathing was rapid and hot, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the small space. Song Qingqian felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest and was out of control.

She gently turned her head, avoiding Lu Jingchuan's burning kisses that lingered on her neck, but the shyness and heat on her face betrayed her true feelings...

Lu Jingchuan stopped abruptly, supporting himself as he gazed silently at her, and asked in a low voice:

"Qianqian, why don't you dare look at me?"

"Qianqian, you weren't like this last time..."

Song Qingqian was already somewhat distracted, and listening to his rambling gave her a headache. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and spoke up:

"Shut up, or you'll be out of bed."

"Okay, we won't talk about it anymore, let's continue..."

Lu Jingchuan smiled broadly, covered her eyes with one hand, and abandoned his gentle demeanor, pressing his lips against Song Qingqian's like a storm, with an undeniable aggressiveness.

Song Qingqian's breath was stolen, and the ultimate temptation wanted to break through her body and kept clamoring.

To hell with reason and restraint! All she wants now is to wallow in pleasure and enjoy life to the fullest…

Song Qingqian raised her hand and wrapped it around Lu Jingchuan's neck, responding to his equally passionate gesture.

Their kiss was evenly matched, intense and resolute, each collision seeming as if they wanted to completely merge the other into their bones and blood, to utterly devour them.

Song Qingqian's hands unconsciously slipped inside Lu Jingchuan's clothes, her fingertips roaming freely over his chest, every movement revealing her blatantly wicked intentions.

Lu Jingchuan cooperated by taking off his outer robe and inner garment, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles. His wife liked him, so of course she wouldn't be stingy with her display of strength.

The surrounding air seemed to be intoxicated by this intense emotion, and even the candlelight seemed to flicker rhythmically.

At this moment, the thin dress was no longer enough for him. After hesitating for a moment on Song Qingqian's sash, Lu Jingchuan resolutely pulled it open and slipped inside.

Song Qingqian couldn't help but close her eyes and let out a soft moan...

"Qianqian, I'll give you my life, will you give yourself to me in return?"

Lu Jingchuan whispered in her ear, his body stiff and unable to move. Heaven knows how difficult it was for him at that moment...

This was the woman he had longed for. The arrow was already on the bowstring, but he could only restrain himself. He simply didn't have the self-control to remain unmoved by her.

Song Qingqian nodded in a daze. She was definitely willing at this moment, after all, she was also in terrible pain.

"You little vixen, I'll die in your bed sooner or later!"

Lu Jingchuan chuckled softly and captured her lips in his mouth...

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Song Qingqian lay on the bed, completely exhausted and too lazy to move.

She had already agreed, and Lu Jingchuan actually managed to resist doing it...

But when she thought about that sticky scene just now, Song Qingqian felt that she must be crazy, how could she have cooperated with everything?

"Qianqian, let your husband help you wash up..."

"No...no need, I'm clean!"

Song Qingqian immediately grabbed the thin blanket next to her and covered herself up.

Lu Jingchuan shook his head helplessly, blew out the candle, and then lay down again to pull her into his arms. Underneath her thin undergarment, Song Qingqian's body stiffened again and again.

The hand, calloused yet somehow unruly, made Song Qingqian unconsciously bite her lip. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the image of those hands misbehaving...

She spoke, her voice slightly unsteady, "Lu Jingchuan, no... I'm sleepy..."

"My lady was just calling me Jingchuan, Brother Chuan, how come you're denying it now that you've had your fun?"

Lu Jingchuan lightly flicked his fingertip, and Song Qingqian trembled instantly, letting out a muffled groan.

"shameless……"

"What does face matter? Having a wife is the most important thing. Qianqian, you are mine, and you can only be mine for life..."

Lu Jingchuan hugged her tightly, his voice full of earnestness: "If you can't call me Brother Chuan, Qianqian, how about you just call me Jingchuan? I like hearing that."

After all, he had almost bullied her to tears before forcing her to call him "Brother Chuan." His Qianqian was so shy that she definitely wouldn't be able to call him that in front of many people, but he would be even happier if she called him that in their private room.

"Qianqian..."

Song Qingqian instantly grasped his hand, which was about to cause trouble, and whispered:

"Jingchuan...I'm really sleepy."

Lu Jingchuan nodded and whispered in her ear, "Qianqian's body is too weak, she needs to rest well. Your husband hasn't even exerted himself yet and you can't handle it. What will happen if we have to have more intimate contact in the future?"

Seeing that Song Qingqian was about to explode, Lu Jingchuan quickly calmed her down:

"Just kidding, my wife, sleep peacefully, your husband won't disturb you."

On a bizarre night, Song Qingqian had a strange and absurd dream.

In his dream, Lu Jingchuan did not choose to endure; he resolutely merged with her, became intimate with her, and enjoyed himself to the fullest…

He whispered her name in her ear again and again, possessing her again and again…

"Brother Chuan!"

Song Qingqian opened her eyes instantly after she cried out.

Lu Jingchuan looked at her teasingly and asked with a smile, "What did Qianqian just dream about? Why were you screaming so loudly?"

"No...nothing!"

Caught red-handed, Song Qingqian quickly turned her head away. Oh my god, what's wrong with her? Why would she have such a dream? So embarrassing…

"Is Qianqian upset that I didn't satisfy you earlier?"

As Lu Jingchuan spoke, he hugged her even tighter, letting her feel his urgency.

"Qianqian, you almost made me lose control just now. How can you bear to tease me again and again and then just abandon me?"