My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

But thinking about it, since the breakfast was handled by the maid, there was no use in him getting up early. It might even lead to some unsavory rumors, so it was better to stay in bed and conserve energy.

So, Tan Zhenghong stripped again and lay down, getting close to Duo’er’s body, he felt the urge again.

He felt helpless, didn’t every part of him need a rest?

Honestly, his back was a bit sore.

"You little enchantress!"

Tan Zhenghong complained, but still he reached out and pulled Duo’er into his embrace.

Even if she truly was a succubus who drained his yang to supplement her yin, he accepted it.

No, even if one day he died from it, it would be because his self-control was too weak.