Watching his delicate wife look so pampered and fragile, Gu Wangci felt his heart swell, and deep within him, dark, wicked urges began to surge.
"Wife..." he murmured, his voice low and magnetic, seemingly filled with infinite indulgence and yearning. "Your husband really can't hold back anymore..."
As the words left his lips, his gaze grew scorched, and his breathing became shallow and ragged. Yet, despite his desire rising like a crashing tide, he forced himself to restrain it. With a deep breath, he walked into the bathroom, his steps slightly hurried.
Chapter 87