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At this moment, Shen Wuxiao had still lost.
Holding Yun Zhiyi, he hid in her arms.
Eating soft rice.
Yun Zhiyi was secretly startled.
Just a tiny bit more—just a tiny bit more and she would have lost.
Luckily, Shen Wuxiao had fallen first.
Now, she was the one holding Shen Wuxiao.
"Husband, can you do it?" Yun Zhiyi deliberately asked.
A provocative smile rested on that breathtakingly beautiful face.
Her jade hand rested on Shen Wuxiao's face, gently stroking it.
Shen Wuxiao visibly froze.
This was a very serious question. Shen Wuxiao could endure no more.
"Again!" Without the slightest hesitation, he was about to get up.
Yun Zhiyi's beautiful eyes widened. She hurriedly cupped his face and pulled it before her.
Her soft, fragrant red lips hurriedly pressed against his, soothing him.
After a round of kisses, Yun Zhiyi moved her lips away and softly said, "Husband, it's time to rest. We can't overdo it, right?"
She had only won by even a little bit. If they went again, she would definitely lose!
"You insulted me!" Shen Wuxiao bristled. "Today, I have to give it a shot with you."
Yun Zhiyi hurriedly shook her head, then burrowed into his arms and coquettishly said, "Oh, good husband, I don't know how to talk. I admit I was wrong."
"Don't take it so seriously. Go to sleep like a good boy!"
"I was wrong?" Shen Wuxiao looked at her.
"Wrong!" She hurriedly held out her arms, pursed her little lips, and sweetly said, "Hug!"
"I'll let it go since your attitude is sincere. Otherwise, I'd definitely teach you a lesson!" Shen Wuxiao hurriedly took the offered way down.
He wrapped Yun Zhiyi in his arms and pulled the blanket over them.
"Sleep, sleep. I still have to go