He responded in a gentler tone, "I can't stay idle. Plus, at my age, if I spend my free time playing chess and sipping tea, wouldn't I really come across as an old man?"

He playfully pinched her nose and continued, "I'm afraid I'd lose my charm in your eyes."

Cecilia winced in mock pain.

She then swatted his hand away.

“Clearly, you're the ambitious one, insistent on discussing it with me."

Mark leaned closer to her, his voice a soft murmur.

"You've grown even smarter, Cecilia. But don't you want to create some unforgettable memories here? Making love in this place would be our true wedding night."

Cecilia blushed at his teasing words.

She almost shouted, "We've made love countless times already. How many wedding nights do we actually have?"

“Do you find it boring, my dear?"

Mark feigned disappointment, beginning to unbutton his shirt as if preparing for a shower.

Cecilia resisted leaving the embrace of his arms.

She tilted her head closer to his and tenderly kissed his lips before whispering softly, "No, it's not that. I enjoy it when you hold me like this."

Without letting her move from their current position, Mark gently guided her onto the bed and put his weight on her.

On their way, he switched off the lights as well.

The tranquil darkness of the night shrouded over them. Their bodies pressed close, and both of them panted breathlessly.

Their hands explored each other.

Mark passionately kissed the woman in his embrace.

Cecilia and Mark were in the midst of an intense moment, their clothes scattered at the foot of the bed, ready for some action.

However, a slight movement on the small princess bed caught their attention.