Mrs. Huo wants to have a second child

Jiang Yuyao's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of forbearance, and she really could not hold it in any longer.

“It really hurts…”

She placed her hands on Huo Qihuai's chest and gently lifted her body upwards to relieve the discomfort in her chest, but she felt a dull pain in her waist.

Huo Qihuai looked at her pitiful little appearance, picked her up and held her against the soft quilt.

Jiang Yuyao recovered, stretched out her slender arms, and directly hugged Huo Qihuai's waist.

She raised her head and looked at Huo Qihuai, "Hubby, don't be angry. I will tell you everything honestly from now on, okay?"

"I'm not angry." Huo Qihuai stroked her face with his hand, and Jiang Yuyao didn't see the deep silence in his eyes.

Jiang Yuyao hugged his waist tightly and rubbed it, "Hey, hey, I'm glad you're not angry."

She continued chattering, "Hubby, you don't have to be jealous. I only love you."

I only love him...

Huo Qihuai's eyes moved slightly, but his expression showed no emotion. He just held Jiang Yuyao's hand tighter.

He changed his position, lay down beside Jiang Yuyao, and held her in his arms.

Jiang Yuyao buried her head in his arms, looked at Huo Qihuai, and couldn't help but kiss his handsome face.

"Honey, what's going on with you lately?"

The man looked down at her, "Hmm?"

Jiang Yuyao pursed her lips, raised her arms to hold Huo Qihuai's shoulders, and pressed herself closer to his embrace. "I just feel like you seem a little distant from me lately."

She sniffed the familiar scent on Huo Qihuai's body and felt at ease.

Hearing this, Huo Qihuai hugged her tightly in his arms, starting from her eyebrows and kissing all the way down until he reached her soft lips.

"Well!"

He kissed her hard.

Jiang Yuyao raised her hands, one hand resting on the man's shoulder, the other hand tangled in his black hair.

Although she felt a little overwhelmed, she still tried her best to respond to his kiss.

Huo Qihuai put his arm around her waist, placed his other hand on her ear, and turned over to cover her.

Jiang Yuyao tilted her head back, and finally surrendered to the man's passionate kiss. She couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder twice, "Mmm!"

She could hardly breathe.

Huo Qihuai left her lips, lowered his head and rested his forehead against her neck, calming his breathing.

Taking Jiang Yuyao's waist injury into consideration, Huo Qihuai could only make a lot of noise but do little.

Feeling the uneasiness in Huo Qihuai, Jiang Yuyao smiled secretly, her laughter was cute and lively.

Huo Qihuai laughed, bit the soft part on her earlobe and ravaged it fiercely.

"Well!"

Jiang Yuyao shrank her neck in pain, "I was wrong, husband, please be gentler."

She begged for mercy, but Huo Qihuai wanted to vent, so he moved his hands from her earlobe to her neck, his movements neither light nor slow, deliberately and vaguely arousing the desire in Jiang Yuyao's heart.

Jiang Yuyao's body began to turn red, her eyes became blurred, and she wrapped her arms around the man, clinging to him.

Huo Qihuai's slightly cool hand rested on her thigh, which was unusually hot.

Jiang Yuyao subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist, waiting for his next move.

But Huo Qihuai stopped.

He propped himself up slightly, and the two bodies that were tightly pressed together separated, and the cool air instantly filled in between them.

Jiang Yuyao was dazed when she suddenly realized her actions. Her face turned even redder. "I..."

Huo Qihuai supported himself on her with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, "Well, I know you have intentions towards me, but Yaoyao, you still have a back injury, so you have to restrain yourself."

Jiang Yuyao was stunned for a moment, and realizing her unusual condition, she just wanted to lower her head and bury herself in the quilt.

She now felt that the air was hot.

Huo Qihuai got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Jiang Yuyao was puzzled and poked her face out from under the quilt. "Where are you going?"

"Extinguishing."

“…” Jiang Yuyao buried herself in the quilt again.