Nie Zhao was, after all, a man, and his physiology granted him superior strength. If Chen Rou were to actually fight back, she feared he might lose his grip in the heat of the moment and drop their son. Yet, if she didn't struggle, he wouldn't let go. His large hand pressed firmly against the nape of her neck, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was exceptionally intense.
Chen Rou still had things to do. After a few unsuccessful attempts to break free, she let out a muffled, "Let go!"
From a man’s perspective, looking at himself coolly, Nie Zhao had to admit he was a man of desire, naturally drawn to novelty. And his wife—to be fair, any man would find her desirable, and he was no exception. Furthermore, he was in his prime, and what he craved most was her particular brand of provocative defiance. He had his ways: he parted her lips, swept his tongue across her mouth, and sucked on her lower lip. With practiced ease, he turned his head to tease her earlobe, and soon enough, she was breathless.
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