Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

"Don't worry, ma'am. Of course you can afford it."

He aggressively placed a burning kiss on her lips, and as their lips and teeth touched, he uttered a low voice that was somewhat dramatic: "As long as Madam is willing to show mercy, I will give my life to Madam."

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but laugh softly, wrapped her fair arms around Huo Yan's arms, and tilted her head back to meet his kiss.

Only when she was held in his arms and felt his cool breath in her nostrils, could she clearly feel the reality of her existence.

Being cherished and held carefully in the palm of your hand.

This love gave her a great sense of security and also gave her redemption.

Obviously noticing her arousal, Huo Yan couldn't help but hug her tighter.

There were huge waves surging in his black eyes, like the stormy sea in the middle of the night.

The lingering kiss ended with his throat rolling up and down, his strong arms tightening again and again.

It was as if he wanted to melt into one with her.

Finally, he restrained himself and kissed the top of her head, and asked in a low voice: "Madam, are you still hungry?"

"Hungry."

Ruan Xingchen's red lips swelled up slightly, and she bit her lips and smiled when she heard that.

Her eyes were like water, lingering across his face with boundless charm.

He asked in a low voice: "Mr. Huo, are you going to feed me?"

Huo Yan's eyes suddenly became deep, and he looked at her deeply, saying in a hoarse voice, "Naughty."

Does she know what such wanton teasing means to a man?

How many men can resist such an invitation from their beloved woman?

However, his concern and care for her body finally overcame his physiological instincts.

"I'll deal with the lady after dinner."

Huo Yan raised his hand and gently tapped the tip of her nose. Looking at her cunning eyes, he couldn't help but show a bit of helplessness.

He shook his head and rubbed the top of her head, whispering, "It's okay, the night is still long. I can feed my wife first."

Ruan Xingchen bit her lip and smiled, deliberately whispering in his ear so that her breath could be as sweet as orchid.

She asked softly, "Oh? Is Mr. Huo really that powerful?"

"Don't you know very well whether I'm powerful or not?"

Pinching her nose in a warning tone, Huo Yan whispered, "Madam, please don't beg for mercy later."

Ruan Xingchen pursed her lips and smiled without saying anything.

Being arrogant now is a matter of now, and begging for mercy when the time comes is a matter of later.

He can't just give up now just because he can't win physically, right?

Looking at her smiling face, Huo Yan felt that even if he really had a heart of stone, she would melt his heart.

His heart was filled with tenderness, his tone was like a sigh but with an expression, he said dotingly: "I really can't do anything about you."

As he said this, he bent down slightly, put one arm through her knees, and picked her up horizontally.

A standard princess hug.

Ruan Xingchen relaxed her body and nestled softly and obediently in his arms.

Feeling his gentle and considerate strength, and the ups and downs of his body when he walked.

God really favored him too much, giving him an exceptionally handsome face.

He has thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and deep eyes.

Those dark eyes were like the extremely dark night sky, and also as cold and unfathomable as the abyss.

It almost sucks people's souls in.

Just a profile, he is extremely handsome.

She couldn't help but raise her hand to trace the lines of his jaw. After looking at it for a while, she suddenly raised her lips and smiled softly, whispering, "Mr. Huo is so handsome."

"As long as the lady is satisfied."

Huo Yan lowered his head and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly when he saw her like this.

Then the coldness and aloofness that seemed to follow him like a shadow quickly melted away.

In the warm light of the living room, it seems to be touched by a bit of warmth, looking gentle and noble.

He looked at her affectionately and said softly, "Madam, please take a rest for a while. I'll go heat up the food. Okay?"

Ruan Xingchen nodded.

Huo Yan put her on the sofa and considerately cut a fruit plate and placed it in front of her.

"Fill your stomach first."

He had taken off his suit jacket, and his tailored shirt clung to his body.

It perfectly shows off his broad shoulders and narrow waist, with thin muscle lines faintly visible under his suit.

Two buttons on the collar were undone, revealing her deep collarbone and slender neck.

There is a casual and lazy nobility in abstinence.

This man, whose every move was full of elegance, was now rolling up his shirt sleeves and putting on an apron without caring about his image at all.

While tidying up, he said, "Sister Chen left some food for me. I'll go heat it up. Madam, would you like some? Or should I prepare something else for you?"

Holding his chin lazily, Ruan Xingchen followed him with his eyes.

Hearing the question, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, her sweet voice softened, and she whispered, "I want to eat the noodles made by Mr. Huo, is that okay?"

She used to love eating the red oil dumplings made by her grandmother. After her grandmother died in her previous life, she dreamed countless times of her grandmother making red oil dumplings for her in the shabby and narrow kitchen.

After her grandmother passed away, she walked the streets and alleys, visited countless stores, and even tried to replicate it many times herself.

Even though I follow the exact same steps as my grandmother, it never tastes like what she wants.

Red oil dumplings almost became her obsession. It was not until she was reborn and ate them again from her grandmother's hands that she realized that what she loved might not have been the red oil dumplings, but the other flavor mixed in them.

The taste of home, the taste of being loved.

And now, in addition to her grandmother, she has more people who love her and a new home.

Ruan Xingchen looked at Huo Yan with an incredibly gentle gaze, and said softly, "I like the noodles made by Mr. Huo the most."

Because that also contains his love for her.

Huo Yan's black eyes were gentle, and there was no trace of impatience on his face.

"Then wait a moment, ma'am."

He responded gently, "I'll go cook noodles for Madam."

Ruan Xingchen sat on the sofa and nodded.

After watching Huo Yan walk into the kitchen, she did not sit on the sofa and wait as he said. Instead, she followed him in her home shoes, holding a plate of cut fruit.

The kitchen seems to be the place with the strongest sense of human life in the world.

Huo Yan's tall figure stood inside, and there was a unique harmony in the out-of-place look.

The broth that Sister Chen prepared every day was cooking in the pot, and he was cutting vegetables on the chopping board with a kitchen knife.

He looked up at her when he heard her footsteps, and asked her with a smile: "Madam, what are you doing here? It's all fumes."

"I'll accompany Mr. Huo."

Ruan Xingchen smiled and raised her hand to stuff a piece of watermelon into his mouth.

She rubbed her cheek against his arm and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

"Very sweet."

Huo Yan leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, his thin lips slightly raised.

In the rising mist, neither of them spoke.

The gas stove was burning, and the broth was boiling with a gurgling sound.