Husband

Lu Zhengrong could feel the arm around her waist tightening, and she could also sense that he seemed to be restraining something.

They had already laid their hearts bare and spoken this far. There was no lack of feeling between them, and things had naturally progressed to this point. Everything had fallen into place, as it should.

Yet that final sliver of distance remained uncrossed.

A sudden impulse surged within her, and she was no longer satisfied with this tormenting wait.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as agreement."

She tilted her head up slightly and took the initiative to gently press her lips to his.

It was not a fierce kiss, but one filled with tenderness.

After the kiss, both of them panted as they steadied their breathing.

Shen Qingling wanted to get some water. Seeing that emotion had finally overcome him, Lu Zhengrong could hardly let him regain his senses.

She did not want to miss this opportunity, so she held his hand and stopped him.

She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath lightly brushing against it.

In a low voice, she called, "Husband..."

That form of address made Shen Qingling's ears turn red.

Only Lu Zhengrong had ever called him that. To him, it was an exceptionally special title.

Sensing his change, the amusement in Lu Zhengrong's eyes deepened.

Her lips were nearly against his earlobe as she slowly added the rest in that soft, seductive breathy voice, filled with suspicion and provocation.

"Don't tell me you're... incapable?"

Shen Qingling's breathing caught sharply, and the arm around her waist instantly tightened.

He knew she was provoking him, but that tactic had always worked on men.

There was no trace left of the tenderness in Shen Qingling's eyes. All that remained was a dark,