Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Nian Junting’s expression froze, “Luoluo, You got me so hot for you right now, why are you thinking about that?”

Shouldn’t she go weak between his long and slender legs?

Shouldn’t she be seduced by his charm?

“I’m just curious, I don’t remember leaving you so much money,” Luosang was trying to hold back her giggles as she blinked her big eyes.

“…I grabbed all the red packets on WeChat,” Nian Junting said grumpily with his handsome face.

Luosang, “…”

She remembered how nonchalant he used to be about grabbing red packets on WeChat. He even said it made her look petty. He never participated, even when the amount in the red packet was significant.

She didn’t expect him to have to do that now.

Luosang felt bad and said, “Give me your phone.”

“Luoluo, I don’t have a secret bank account. You don’t have to check on me,” Nian Junting said sadly.

“Give me your phone,” Luosang insisted.

Nian Junting had no choice but to hand it over; Luosang opened his WeChat and saw that he only had about a dollar left.

“You gave me all the money you grabbed on WeChat? What does that leave you with?” Luosang looked up at him.

Nian Junting glanced at her and said, “I only need you.”

“…”

Alright, in the wee hours of New Year’s day, she was moved by his words.

She gave him back his phone and sent him a red packet, 1,314 dollars.

“Luoluo, you’re doubling the amount,” Nian Junting was stunned.

Luosang pulled him to sit next to her, “Not only am I giving you the red packet, but I’m also going to reward you.”

She leaned forward and kissed his lips, “Happy New Year’s, hubby. I don’t have a gift but I’m going to give myself to you.”

Nian Junting was stunned and his Adam’s apple moved as he felt her tongue in his mouth. He quickly undid his bathrobe with his free hand.

Luosang pushed him onto the big, spacious bed.

On the other side of the bed, their son was sleeping peacefully.

His heart jumped, “Luoluo, your gift is perfect, but shouldn’t we go somewhere else? I’m worried I might lose control…”

Luosang smiled and said, “Ok, but you have to carry me to the sofa.”

Nian Junting was in a hurry as he quickly leaped to his feet and scooped her into his arms. He walked to the sofa quickly.

He immediately climbed over her; Luosang’s hands were wrapped around his neck. She ran her fingers through his black hair as she crooked her neck to kiss his eyelids, “Junting, thank you for treating me so well.”

“You’re my wife. Of course, I should be good to you. You are welcome to say thank you as well. We can have a few more rounds tonight,” Nian Junting grinned.

“Hmm, I’m getting the feeling that I’m pretty good to you too. There’s no need for me to say my thanks after all,” Luosang was about to slip away.

Nian Junting grabbed her tightly into an embrace, and grinned mischievously at her, “Luoluo, you just said you were giving yourself to me. I accept your gift.”

He planted a firm kiss on her lips right after that.

They hadn’t made love in a long time. Nian Junting was like a wild animal let loose as he tore Luosang’s pajamas off her.

He was even stronger than before! Luosang went from the clouds back down several times.

After a few repeated euphoric moments, the sofa fabric was soaked with her fluids.

“Look at you. You like to cry up there and down there too,” Nian Junting hugged her tightly after they were done. “You nearly woke our son up with your cries.”

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