Li Xingzhou · Chat

Early morning. Li Xingzhou lowers his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Wife, you smell so good. It's not perfume. It's your scent.” He pulls you a little tighter into his embrace. “Let's lie here for ten more minutes.” “We'll get up in ten minutes.” You believed him. An hour later. “Wife, you're so soft. Let me hold you for five more minutes.”