"My husband, the rain of stars."
"Really?"
Before the voice fell, Wuyou kissed him with wit in her eyes. Xu Linghe could not help but think of what had happened when they got married. The woman in front was still wonderful, loving him from beginning to end. Even when she was most helpless, she did not abandon their love. Even if he did not remember her, she still looked at him quietly.
"My woman, you are strong enough to support a sky for me."
The man's rough fingers slipped over the clothes and removed the woman's mask. In the night, her black hair was changing. Xu Linghe ran his fingers through the purple hair with temptation. Long hair swayed in the night, and wherever the fingers passed through, it became soft. Xu Linghe closed his eyes to smell the fragrance from the hair. Wuy
