Sneaking kiss his beloved wife

Despite her composed and somewhat innocent appearance, Jenny's intention to stroke the gray wolf's fur seemed to carry a deeper meaning.

Having been busy all day, Jenny was exhausted. After a brief hesitation, she decided to sleep in her clothes.

As she looked at the handsome wolf under the flickering firelight, dressed in vibrant red clothing, it created an illusion that tonight was their wedding night.

Perhaps the quality of the firewood brought by the gray wolf last time was exceptional, as Jenny lay on the bed covered with a thin fur blanket but still felt slightly warm.

After she settled down, a gentle breeze could be heard by her side, albeit from a distance, but she still sensed the presence of the gray wolf.

In the serene cave, her whole body ached, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the wolf to fall asleep.

Similarly, the gray wolf was also waiting for his little wife to sleep, so he only half-closed his eyes, silently perceiving Jenny's breathing.

They waited together like