After yet another exhilarating climax, the two collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.
Lin Hao, having just unleashed a torrent of passion, was drenched in sweat. Yet his rod of desire showed no signs of yielding, standing proud and resolute.
Fang Mengzhu curled up obediently against his chest, her delicate, jade-like fingers exploring the firm planes of his chest, teasing and toying with the hardened peaks there.
"Hubby, you're amazing! I like you so much!"
Fang Mengzhu's words carried a playful affection as she nestled herself closer, her tone a mix of shyness and coquettish allure.
"Hahaha… You're calling me hubby—does that mean you want to marry me?"
Lin Hao teased, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Of course I want to marry you," she replied softly, her eyes shimmering with sincerity. "But you're in the prime of building your career. I don't want to hold you back."
