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

The huge living room became empty again, with only the couple still standing there.

Huo Yan stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Ruan Xingchen's wrist. Thinking of the scene where she was surrounded by her brothers and sisters talking, his dark eyes became darker.

"what happened?"

Ruan Xingchen tilted her head to look at him with amusement, and the earrings kissed her fair cheek as she moved.

The man's breathing was slightly choked. He raised his hand to fix the earrings. After a moment, he said slowly, "Back home, there are too many people who want to get close to Madam. In just a few minutes, Madam's schedule is already full again."

At the end of his speech, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help laughing and hooked his palm.

"If I remember correctly, we've only been home for less than half an hour."

She seemed to be smiling, her red lips curled up into a full arc, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Huo, didn't we just go out for a week?"

Huo Yan pursed his lips and whispered, "Madam is so popular."

Even when they go out to do variety shows, there is surprisingly little time for the two of them to truly spend together.

In the next few days, Zhao Zhizhi pulled Zhou Jialin and almost completely stuck to Ruan Xingchen.

Every day after breakfast, she would run to the yard where they were, eagerly waiting to go on missions with Ruan Xingchen, pushing him, her legitimate husband, aside.

"What is the taste?"

Ruan Xingchen slightly raised his nose and sniffed around.

Finally, the tip of her nose pressed against the skin of his neck. When she smiled, the warm breath hit her skin, bringing an ambiguous itch. "What a strong smell of vinegar. Who is so jealous?"

"your home."

Huo Yan was not embarrassed at all, instead he grabbed her slender waist.

He pressed her body tightly against his chest, his dark eyes revealing a hint of cruelty and urgency.

His eyes locked onto her, his low, mellow voice tinged with hoarseness as he spoke, "I slept for a while in the car. Madam should be almost rested by now, right?"

Ruan Xingchen laughed sweetly. Not only did she not retreat, but she reached out and pinched his earlobe.

She whispered softly in his ear, "But I haven't had my midnight snack yet, and Sister Chen has already prepared it. Wouldn't that be a waste of her kindness?"

"I'll carry my wife to eat."

Huo Yan responded slowly, his tone relatively calm.

If the aggressiveness in his eyes wasn't so strong and his body temperature wasn't so hot, perhaps it would be more convincing.

He put his arm around her slender waist and easily lifted her up and placed her on the dining table.

His hands moved with dignity and grace, slowly unbuttoning his tie and collar, and he said calmly, "The wontons are still a little hot, why don't you have some appetizers first, Madam?"

Ruan Xingchen swallowed lightly.

She knew that the man had outstanding appearance. Under the light, his cold white skin exuded a sense of cold nobility, and the eyes that looked at her were dangerous and charming.

The sexy Adam's apple rolls, revealing the strong collarbone, and every move is full of masculine charm.

What's more, she has experienced it firsthand.

Ruan Xingchen's body felt a little weak, and she clung to his neck.

The dining table has a top of fine marble, which seems a little cool in late autumn and has a hard edge.

She was still wearing the evening gown she had worn at the banquet, but the thin fabric could hardly withstand the slight chill, and it seemed as if even the air itself was a little cold.

She hadn't felt it when they were chatting before, but at this moment Ruan Xingchen felt inexplicably cold, as if the hot body temperature of the man in front of her was the only source of heat.

She couldn't help but lean forward gently, pressing her body against the man's chest. The boneless beauty clung to the man like a snake, rubbing her cheek against his neck.

Her voice was soft and gentle, with an itchy charm, and she whispered, "Mr. Huo, hug me."

Huo Yan paused slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly with deep eyes.

Deep in his eyes, there was a frightening desire swirling.

Before Ruan Xingchen could react, his strong arms immediately wrapped her in his arms. Without hesitation, he leaned over, grasped her lips, and kissed her deeply to taste her.

Ruan Xingchen passively raised her head, her long and slender neck like an elegant white swan on the verge of death, revealing a unique fragility under the light of the restaurant.

She allowed him to leave crimson marks on her porcelain-white skin.

Amidst the raging storm, her chaotic consciousness regained consciousness for a moment. She struggled to look at the chandelier above her head and murmured softly, "Mr. Huo, I haven't eaten the wontons yet..."

"Yeah." The man lowered his head and kissed her red lips, his breath a little unstable as he uttered a seductive whisper: "Eat later."

Later, Ruan Xingchen failed to eat the wontons that Sister Chen specially cooked for her.

When she woke up the next day, it was already bright outside and there was no one around her.

She placed her palms over her eyelids, and her face couldn't help but turn redder as she recalled last night.

It's just, it's ridiculous.

From the restaurant to the room, the dining table, the bathtub, the bed...

Each one made her cheeks flush and her whole body ache.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and Huo Yan walked in and looked at her, his thin lips slightly raised, revealing a satisfied expression.