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

After tossing and turning all night, her stomach was indeed empty.

After opening the refrigerator and taking a look, she smiled and looked up at the figure standing behind her: "Sister Chen made wontons, how about we cook some small wontons?"

"it is good."

Huo Yan's throat moved slightly, and his eyes fell on her face.

They only turned on this one corridor light, and the dim light fell on her face, giving her a layer of warm velvet.

They were so close that he could easily see the fine hairs on her cheeks.

It seemed that as long as he lowered his head, he could easily kiss her and taste her sweetness.

Ruan Xingchen counted the wontons and brought them into the kitchen. She skillfully heated the oil in a wok, stir-fried the shredded pork, and added the broth that Sister Chen had prepared.

Soon, as the broth began to boil, she lifted the lid of the pot and found the wontons underneath.

The hot steam filled the empty kitchen just now, making her look particularly gentle.

A strand of hair fell down from the side of her ear. Huo Yan felt a slight itch in his heart. He took a step forward and carefully tucked it behind her ear.

Ruan Xingchen raised his eyes and looked over.

Her eyes were moist and contained a faint smile.

At this moment, Huo Yan realized that his empty heart, which had been floating in the air, suddenly returned to its roots, as if fallen leaves had settled down and the dust had settled on the ground.

This is probably the taste of home.

"Madam, are you back?"

Sister Chen, who lived in the servants' quarters, was awakened by the noise from the kitchen. Seeing the two busying around, she took two eager steps forward: "Sir, Madam, why didn't you call me when you wanted to eat?"

"It's okay, let's have a midnight snack together."

Ruan Xingchen curved her lips into a smile and served out the cooked wontons.

Huo Yan naturally raised his hand to take the bowl. He was wearing a straight and expensive suit, and he held the bowl with an aura that no one else had.

Ruan Xingchen found it funny and shook her head at Sister Chen: "It's still early, you should sleep a little longer. Don't worry about us."

Sister Chen hesitated.

However, a pair of dark eyes fell on her lightly, with a hint of coldness.

It makes people tremble slightly.

"Well, then, if you need anything, please call me." Sister Chen froze and said subconsciously, "I, I'll go back to my room and sleep for a while?"

The gaze was retracted.

So she understood and stopped disturbing the couple's private time and returned to her room quietly.

Huo Yan and Ruan Xingchen ate wontons together with their heads facing each other.

After finishing the meal, he stood up, took the dishes to the kitchen, and exchanged a kiss with her that tasted like wontons.

His voice was slightly hoarse as he whispered, "Good night, Madam."

His eyes were fixed on her face, filled with indescribable tenderness and care.

Ruan Xingchen's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly curled his lips and smiled and called him, "Mr. Huo."

The tall man looked over in the direction of the sound.

"Do you want to sleep together?"

She raised her face with a smile, and stood at the door of the room, looking at him defenselessly, like a seductress who only appeared late at night to seduce people.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

Huo Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his low voice was so hoarse that it seemed to resonate in his ear: "Madam, do you know what you are saying?"

"Of course I know."

Ruan Xingchen smiled sweetly, her eyes unwavering, and she pushed the door open in front of him: "Mr. Huo, are you afraid?"

How can a man say he doesn't dare in front of his sweetheart!

In particular, she smiled sweetly and looked ready to get whatever she wanted.

Huo Yan moved faster than his brain and walked into the room in three or two steps. He stood stiffly in her room. For the first time, he knew what it felt like to be at a loss.

Ruan Xingchen was very comfortable. After taking off her windbreaker, she was wearing the pajamas.

"Please sit down. I'm going to take a shower first."

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and smelling her fragrance that seemed to be everywhere in the room, Huo Yan's throat rolled.

I don’t know when the sound of water stopped.

She came out with her long hair wiped, her whole body looking pink and delicious after taking a bath.

More touching.

"I'll help Madam."

Picking up the hair dryer first, Huo Yan lowered his eyes, plugged it in with a serious expression, and blew her hair gently.

Ruan Xingchen looked at him through the mirror in front of her.

The tall man's face was full of caution, as if he was treating a priceless treasure.

His serious look makes people feel itchy and want to bite him on the face.

"Mr. Huo's technique is very good." She smirked and looked at him in the mirror: "Could it be that you have blow-dried other people's hair before?"

"No, only my wife."

His long eyelashes lifted, and his black eyes met hers in the mirror, with indescribable seriousness.

As if making some kind of promise: "There will only be one Madam."

Ruan Xingchen's heart moved slightly, and he curled his lips: "Mr. Huo, if you continue like this, I will bully you."

The man who is usually strict and aloof, shows this abstinent and affectionate look, which makes people really want to hug him, get close to him, watch him get infected with other emotions, watch him go crazy for her and fall for her.

Huo Yan said nothing, turned off the hair dryer and put it on the table.

His warm big palm fell on her bright eyes, blocking her sight.

There was an astonishing persistence and desire in his dark eyes, which greedily fell on her cheeks and neck, as if a ferocious beast was about to break out of its cage.