Before Lily Evans could react, a pair of large hands had already wrapped firmly around her slender, soft waist.
Lily immediately realized what Lucky was about to do. Her face flushed bright red as she cried out in embarrassment, "No, Lucky, don’t look... Don’t touch! Get out!"
Lucky’s lips curved into a mischievous grin, completely ignoring Lily’s protests. He pressed closer, his tongue moving like a little fish—clumsy yet nimble.
Lily’s whole body went limp, melting like a pool of spring water. She struggled at first, resisting, but ended up gasping in confusion, lying there like a dying fish, mouth open, desperately trying to catch her breath, as if she would explode any moment.
"Naughty Lucky, you... you’re so bad!" Lily grabbed Lucky’s hand with such force it was as if she wanted to crush it.
"Wife, squeeze here, gently..." Lucky guided her hand to his chest, softly showing her what to do.
It felt like waves crashing against the shore, tides washing over jagged rocks, a sea swallow darting through wind and rain, or a wild wind sweeping up dry leaves. Lily felt herself tossed high, then dropped low, her heart stretched tight, pounding as if it would burst from her chest.
When the waves finally calmed, she was completely spent, lying there with only her breath left.
The culprit, that man, crawled out from under the covers and held her limp body, feeling as if another spark was about to ignite.
But seeing how delicate she looked, he knew she couldn’t handle a second round. After all, her mouth and hands still had to face people tomorrow.
Alright, alright, he’d let her off tonight—after all, there’s plenty of time ahead.
Lily truly didn’t have the strength to fuss anymore. She let Lucky gently clean her up and lay nestled in his arms, drifting quickly into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
Opening her eyes, she immediately sensed someone pressing against her rather aggressively.
Remembering the ordeal from last night, Lily shivered in fright. She couldn’t let her mouth be ruined!
Lucky had been awake for a while, but couldn’t bear to leave her side, so he just lay there, holding her. Seeing her wake up, all shy and nervous, he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
"Lucky, ah... get up, hurry..." Remembering last night, Lily’s face turned bright red, too embarrassed to even look at him.
Lucky leisurely got out of bed and dressed. By the time he was done, Lily was still wrapped up in the blanket, hiding her head, too shy to face him.
"Wife, are you so tired you want your husband to help you dress?" Lucky teased, grinning as he lifted a corner of the blanket and fished out her adorable little head.
"No, I just want to lie here a bit longer. You go eat first, I’ll be right there." Lily covered her face with her hand, her voice soft and hoarse.