Chapter 49. Opium

"Are you sure you don't want a honeymoon, darling?" Darian asked, his breath still heavy after their passionate lovemaking. Darian, who was initially lying on his back next to Fahira, shifted to a side position, propping his head on his hand, gazing at Fahira who was now covering herself with the blanket.

"I'm asking, honey, answer honestly," Fahira replied, returning Darian's gaze. Her hand gently caressed his slightly bearded jaw as he sensually looked back at her.

"Tell me!" Darian said briefly, reaching for Fahira's fingers and giving them a gentle kiss.

"I want to go on a honeymoon, but with a condition that we have to travel and visit all the tourist destinations there!" Fahira smiled, waiting for Darian's response, who seemed to be contemplating. He then grinned and playfully kissed the tip of Fahira's nose before answering.

"Isn't a honeymoon about making babies, Yang?