"Qin Jian!" An Hao shouted excitedly, running and throwing herself into Qin Jian’s arms, completely oblivious to her in-laws’ awkward glances.
After all, their generation expressed affection in a more restrained and profound way. How rare it was to see someone as fiery and passionate as An Hao?
Zhang Yun watched her son and daughter-in-law embracing tightly, her lips twitching into a smile that she couldn’t help but let out.
Ning Yibin furtively tugged at his wife, giving her a meaningful look, signaling her to head back home first.
Once the older couple was inside, Zhang Yun stood by the window, looking out at the affectionate young couple and sighed, "Youth really is wonderful, isn’t it?"
Seeing her lament this way again, Ning Yibin couldn’t help but laugh, "What, can’t accept getting old?"
Zhang Yun retorted half in annoyance, "It’s not about not accepting it. When you get old, you simply can’t take care of everything. The romance of our youth has been cast aside. Watching our son and his wife, I can recall the passionate days of our youth."
As she spoke, Ning Yibin leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek, "You just wanted me to kiss you, didn’t you?"
Zhang Yun was taken aback for a moment, then a smile spread across her eyes, "You old fool!"
Qin Jian and An Hao had been embracing outside for quite a while when he lowered his head, intending to kiss her, but An Hao pushed him away, "Stop it. It’s rush hour, and it wouldn’t look good if someone saw us."
"Do you know how much I’ve missed you every day since you left? It’s been like years for me," Qin Jian, holding her waist, whispered softly into her ear, "You’ll have to make it up to me tonight."
An Hao blushed, "When have I ever let you down?"
After every reunion following a period of separation, he would always have his insatiable desires. And the next day, she certainly wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.
No wonder people always say: "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Truer words were never spoken.
As night fell, the house that An Hao had always lived in finally welcomed back its male master.
Qin Jian went to take a shower.
An Hao lay in bed alone, waiting for him.
She had been too exhausted these days, squeezing out all her time for studying. As soon as she relaxed and lay in bed, she fell asleep.
When Qin Jian came out of the bathroom, he saw the charming figure lying on the bed, with the thin corner of the blanket only covering her stomach, revealing two tender long legs that shined faintly under the light.
Because she was sleeping on her side, her chest looked even more majestic and undulating.
A heated surge ran through Qin Jian’s throat as he lifted the blanket and slid in next to her, his rough hand reaching toward the fullness at her chest.
Wonderful softness, wonderful weight...
"Mmm." An Hao moaned as she felt an unusual sensation in her body, waking up before she could turn around, only to feel her earlobe being captured by warm lips.
A tingling sensation like an electric shock coursed through her as she arched her body in hard-to-bear pleasure.
"You’ve lost weight," he murmured in her ear.
"Hmm?" An Hao breathed lightly, "Not really. I’ve been eating a lot lately..."
"You have," Qin Jian asserted, "My palm tells me you’ve lost weight..."
"Look at you acting all expert," An Hao said with a blush, "You’re practically a measuring device now."
Qin Jian smiled as his iron-like arms wrapped her already melting body into his embrace.
Her tender and sweet body drove him crazy more than once, no wonder men from the past didn’t want to leave their houses day or night after getting married.
The intimacies between husband and wife truly consume one’s very soul.
The two had been in close embrace long enough when Qin Jian made his way into her secret garden from behind.
"Mmm..." Half a year into their marriage, and he still managed to find new ways to delight her in their intimate moments.