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I quietly reached out, slipped an arm around her, and drew her into my embrace. Looking down at her, I said with eyes as bright as stars twinkling in the night sky, "I want to... kiss you."
The sudden words left my wife's face flushed crimson, making her look feverishly hot. I took a deep breath, suddenly remembering the kiss beneath the peach blossom tree that day, and my heart began pounding wildly beyond control.
At the same time, I could feel her chest rise and fall. I couldn't help tightening my embrace. "Is that all right..."
My wife shook her head and shyly tried to pull away, but she found herself already clamped firmly in my arms. Before she even had time to refuse, my warm lips had covered hers.
Her lips were exceptionally smooth, sweet, and fragrant. I had noticed that when she forcefully kissed me last time.
Because of my Blood-Robed Wife, I had never had the chance to kiss another girl, and I had never known whether this feeling was good or bad. But I knew only that I liked it very much. I liked my Daoist-Robed Wife. No, I loved her. I loved her very much.
As I kissed her sweet lips, the sweet yet never cloying fragrance of her body drifted across the tip of my nose. I felt that I, who had always been steady and self-controlled, might lose control at any moment. I hugged her tightly again, while her body, originally stiff, had now gone soft as cotton in my arms.
In her passionate eyes, I could see faint glimmers of light seeming to flash through their depths. I took a deep breath, boldly leaned toward her ear, and couldn't help whispering, "Wife, I want you."
Her face grew hot. She