The next morning.
Dawn broke, and light streamed into the bedroom.
Dong Xuebin was the first to wake up. Aching all over, he opened his eyes with a yawn. The first thing he saw was a graceful, mature face—Xie Huilan's sleeping face. Sister Xie lay beside him, facing him, her breathing even and peaceful as she slept soundly. Dong Xuebin rubbed his eyes and stared at Hui Lan without blinking. The more he looked, the more entranced he became. He had never imagined Sister Xie could be this beautiful even while asleep. His heart filled with affection, and he gently pinched a stray lock of black hair that had fallen over Xie Huilan's temple, lifting it to his nose and taking a delighted sniff.
It smelled wonderful.
So this was going to be my wife from now on!
With a wife like this, what more could a man ask for?
Dong Xuebin's heart was overflowing with emotion. Thinking of the wild night he had spent with Sister Xie, he felt fulfilled and satisfied.
The ancestors must have been watching over him.
With such a beautiful wife, Dong Xuebin figured he would live another ten or twenty years. She was simply too pleasing to the eye.
The more Dong Xuebin thought about it, the happier he became. Unable to resist, he carefully lifted the blanket. Xie Huilan's bare, graceful curves were immediately revealed. His throat went dry, and he promptly reached out, caressing Sister Xie's thigh as though he were touching a piece of ceramic art. He felt its warmth and lovely curve. Following that curve upward, he slowly gripped Xie Huilan's full buttock in one hand. It was smooth beneath his palm, pale, soft, and resilient. It felt incredible.
At that moment, Xie Huilan's long lashes fluttered slightly.
Dong Xuebin