(First update)
The man and woman bared themselves to each other, entwining until dawn.
"Mmm."
Ning Rongrong lay on her side against Yang Ming's chest. Her eyelashes trembled lightly as she opened her eyes, revealing drowsy, beautiful eyes.
Feeling Yang Ming secretly misbehaving, Ning Rongrong blushed. She lightly pounded his chest with her delicate fist and coquettishly complained:
"Yang Ming, you're so bad. You made me hurt so much last night, and now you're being naughty again so early in the morning."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Yang Ming's mouth.
They said that a brief separation made a reunion sweeter than newlyweds, but when it came to the real thing, there was only ever talk of exhausted oxen, never worn-out fields.
Ning Rongrong had demanded wildly all night long. Yang Ming's waist was already sore and his back ached that morning. If he had not already advanced to Soul Saint and possessed such formidable physical strength, he probably would not have been able to get out of bed.
Yet, seeing Ning Rongrong's expression of hesitant invitation, Yang Ming knew he would have to get busy again that morning.
A bout of passionate lovemaking followed.
The two washed up and got dressed.
Ning Rongrong's face was still rosy red. Though she had not applied any rouge to her lips, they were crimson as blood, making one unable to resist stepping forward to take a bite.
"Yang Ming, sit there nicely. I'll make you some breakfast."
Without allowing Yang Ming a chance to refuse, Ning Rongrong turned and entered the kitchen.
Perhaps because she was at home, Ning Rongrong was more at ease. She wore a backless dress, and from behind, her alluring curves could be seen. Her skin was fair, smooth, and silky as satin.
Watching his beloved