The sun had climbed high in the sky when Aoyama Xiu Xin got out of bed.
With her hair in disarray, her complexion flushed, and with not a stitch on her body, Qingshui Yasuko dragged her exhausted frame up to tend to his dressing and washing, even helping him shave.
Married women really know how to take care of others.
Whether in bed or out of it.
No wonder they say the fragrance of a young wife is indeed intoxicating.
Her figure was excellent; owing to her tall stature, she maintained a voluptuousness that didn't seem bloated, with curves that were extremely pronounced, her disheveled black hair forming a stark contrast with her pale, smooth back.
"Thump, thump, thump!" came a knock at the door, followed by Qingshui Yi's voice, "Mom, Senior Police Director, are you up yet? I've had breakfast prepared."
"Right away," Qingshui Yasuko replied, then turned to Aoyama Xiu Xin and asked, "Shall we leave after breakfast?"
