An End to It All

The anger accumulated for dozens of days in Star Trek was released once more upon Comrade Xiao Qian. Combined with finally returning home, An Yang slept exceptionally well tonight.

Early in the morning, Comrade Xiao Qian got up quite early. She went off to do goodness knows what, only returning a short while later.

When An Yang woke up in a daze, Comrade Xiao Qian was lying in bed, looking at her phone very intently. The quilt was pulled by her just right to cover her full plump twin peaks, their fair, creamy cleavage faintly discernible, while her long, jet-black hair was scattered across the pillow and bed. Coupled with her slender, delicate, and smooth arms, they formed an exquisite picture.

You're awake so early. He turned over, buried his head in Comrade Xiao Qian's long hair, and closed his eyes again.

Comrade Xiao Qian gave a demure smile, extending her snow-white arm to draw his head in, practically pulling him against her chest, right next to that pair of snowy, tender mounds: "Clearly, it's you who are too late."

An Yang twitched his nose, catching a rather complex scent. It was like the natural faint fragrance of Comrade Xiao Qian's body mixed with the scent of her hair, and the primary source of the smell was that pair of snowy, soft twin peaks very close to him, making one's heart race and mind wander: "Then blame me?"

Comrade Xiao Qian was completely oblivious to the desire rising in her husband at this moment, and said, "If not you, am I to be blamed?"

"Of course blame you, you made me too tired last night."

"Look at you talking, we tossed and turned for so long last night, no matter how I told you, you wouldn't stop!" Comrade Xiao Qian's