Mr. Li, Stop Pretending. Your Wife Ran Off While Pregnant

The dim room was filled with a heady, intimate atmosphere.

Clothes were scattered across the floor.

Their entwined figures were reflected in the windowpane.

"Li Moxing..."

At the height of their passion, Song Nuan called the name of the man above her in a sweet, breathy voice.

Li Moxing let out a muffled groan and buried his face in the crook of her neck. In a husky voice, he said, "Song Nuan, the way you look right now has me completely wrapped around your finger."

For the past five years, Song Nuan had been the only woman in Li Moxing's life.

Strangely, though he'd been with countless women, he had fallen helplessly for her.

He could never get tired of her.

No matter how many times they slept together, he never got tired of her.

Li Moxing had even thought that, if reality allowed it, he would love to share a bed with Song Nuan for the rest of his life.

Song Nuan's eyes were half-lidded, her nails digging into the firm muscles of the man's back without her realizing it.

Just like Li Moxing, she was enjoying every moment of it.

But tonight might be the last time...