Chapter 771 Late Night Visit

• Fu Yanheng sighed softly. Wen Miaomiao was right. He just felt like he had been holding back for too long, and his temper was getting a bit out of control.
• Wen Miaomiao's fair swan-like neck tilted upwards as she touched the stubble on Fu Yanheng's chin, consoling him pitifully, "I can only make Mr. Fu suffer a little more. It'll be over soon... after I give birth."
• Wen Miaomiao's smile was bright and mischievous. Fu Yanheng kissed her lips heavily, as if trying to make up for lost time.