Gentle breezes stirred the lavender petals and spirit grass, releasing a soothing aroma into the air.
On a wide mat beneath a blooming magnolia tree, Zhao Tian sat cross-legged in serene comfort.
Fei Ziyu was sitting in his lap with her delicate arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned forward and kissed his lips.
His hands caressed her back and her scent... sweet like peach blossoms and faintly tinged with medicinal herbs, lingered in his lungs, making him want to drown in her all over again.
Their lips parted slowly with a soft pop, and Fei Ziyu rested her forehead against his as she whispered with a teasing glint in her eyes, "Hmm… Husband…"
Zhao Tian looked at her through half-lidded eyes, "Hmm?"
She leaned back slightly with her hands still resting against his chest.
Her gaze was soft but sultry. "You're not in a hurry, right?"
