'A life without mistakes is not a life at all.' That sentence struck Su Shuochi with profound force.
He gazed at his wife. Her eyes were as picturesque as a painting, her beauty rivaling a peony in full bloom. Her face was like the morning moon, tinged with a delicate shyness. When she smiled, two deep dimples appeared.
Her slightly flushed lips curved upward, like cherries inviting someone to pick them.
Her beautiful hair wasn't tied up in a bun. Instead, it was casually gathered at the back of her head with a rubber band, with just a few loose strands framing her ears.
It was a mix of innocence and allure, a heart-stirring sight that made it impossible for him to resist the urge to capture her lips with his own.
A strong man could resist temptation, and he usually could. But in front of his wife, he was no strong man.
And so, the moment Gu Jiaojiao turned, Su Shuochi grabbed her and kissed her without a single word of sweet-talk.
