The next second, he leaned again and continued gently stroking her back while his other hand rested against her waist, caressing it absentmindedly.
For a brief moment, Mu Ning almost let out a soft moan against his lips.
Liam wasn't doing much better. Every ounce of his self-control was being tested.
He constantly reminded that he couldn't fulfil the promise he had made to the real Mu Ning, until she recovered.
Yet another voice inside him whispered relentlessly. 'Take her. She's your wife. You've waited long enough.'
He closed his eyes for a brief second before forcefully suppressing those thoughts.
Reluctantly, he pulled away.
Mu Ning leaned weakly against him, taking slow, uneven breaths. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and her slightly swollen lips made it even harder for Liam to avert his gaze.
He smiled helplessly. "Wife... you should get some rest."
With that he brought her to her room and placed her on the bed.
