The desire in Qiao Yanhui's eyes was about to overwhelm her. This made Xu Qing tense up and she hurriedly covered her head with the blanket as she said in a muffled voice, "I haven't recovered yet. My chest still hurts! It takes a hundred days to recover from serious injuries. How can it be so fast…"
Qiao Yanhui smiled. "So you don't want to get out of bed anymore?"
"No, I'd better recuperate. I love lying in bed." Xu Qing hurriedly shook her head, and the entire blanket trembled.
Qiao Yanhui smiled and said, "I'll get the children to come in and talk to you later."
Qiao Yanhui pulled open the blanket and saw that her entire body was flushed with bashfulness. It made his blood boil. After all, desire was the most direct expression of love for his beloved. However, he still suppressed it.
