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

"Why are you so anxious?"

Ruan Xingchen asked curiously, "Is there something urgent?"

The Huo family's younger brothers and sisters have rarely felt the love from their elders since childhood, nor have they experienced the warmth of family.

After grandma moved in, the younger generations became very dependent on her.

Huo Yuanzhou has been practicing in a domestic club recently. Today he took a day off and took his grandmother out for a walk.

"I, I was reading some information upstairs and forgot the time."

Xia Xinyi twisted her fingers, rubbing her toes on the ground subconsciously, and said dryly: "In the kitchen, cooking, cooking soup... I forgot to come down to check."

She will officially start working at the Star Foundation next week.

This is her first step, and she takes it very seriously. She has been looking at the materials prepared for her by Ruan Xingchen these days.

"So this is the soup Sister Xia made. No wonder it smells so good."

Taking an exaggerated sniff, Huo Qianqian covered her stomach with her hands and drooled. "I've been sniffing it all afternoon. I thought Sister Chen had come up with something new."

Sister Chen came over with a fruit plate and laughed when she heard this: "I don't have this skill. Miss Xia made it early in the morning."

"Qianqian likes it. I will cook more for you in the future."

Being praised, Xia Xinyi couldn't help but laugh.

He looked over subconsciously, and the moment he touched Huo Yan's stern face, he felt as if he was burned.

She quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks suddenly flushed red.

His presence was strong, and although he wasn't looking at her, she still felt a little uneasy.

Although the Huo family's living room was large, she felt a little cramped and suffocated. She seemed to be able to smell the cool pine scent on his body.

Xia Xinyi's lips were pursed into a straight line and her heart was beating fast.

"You're a guest, how can you cook for yourself?"

Ruan Xingchen pointed at Huo Qianqian with his index finger and shook his head with a smile: "You don't have to do these things. Just treat this place as your home."

She felt so uncomfortable all day long that she was afraid that one day Xia Xinyi would be so nervous that she would forget to breathe and suffocate.

"Even after such an incident, Ms. Ruan was still willing to take me in and find me a job. I am very grateful."

Xia Xinyi's eyes were filled with seriousness and determination. She raised her eyes and whispered, "I'm very happy to be able to do something within my ability for everyone."

She insisted, and Ruan Xingchen couldn't say much, so he could only let her go.

Huo Yan glanced at her calmly and said, "Miss Xia, please do as you please."

Taking advantage of the cover of the sofa, he held Ruan Xingchen's hand in his big palm and rubbed it gently.

If you have time, why not pay more attention to him? Why waste so much energy on irrelevant people?

Xia Xinyi's cheeks turned even redder, and her heartbeat was almost deafening.

Is he, is he speaking for her?

Did he also understand her feelings of being dependent on others and eager to do something?

Or does he actually like her craftsmanship?

There seemed to be a tender bud in the heart, which broke through the seed coat with a "pop" and grew quietly.

In just a short moment, it grew lush branches and leaves and bloomed gorgeous flowers.

One flower after another, this cluster of flowers looks like a beautiful dream.

It was her own hidden joy.

Xia Xinyi clenched her fists and lowered her head, afraid to reveal any emotion. She hurriedly said, "I'm going to the kitchen to check on the soup!"

Turned around and left quickly.

"Sister Xia is so timid."

After taking a look, Huo Xiaoning whispered, "Is she feeling uncomfortable?"

She was once deeply sensitive and inferior, shutting herself off from the world and becoming so timid and cowardly that she only dared to stay alone.

Now that she has come out of it, she has not forgotten that dark memory.

So I can empathize a lot.

But it is difficult for a girl who has experienced countless hardships to live with her head held high.

She must first be confident so that she can hold her head high and speak with confidence when facing others.

"Maybe it will be better after a while. It's much better than when you first got here, isn't it?"

Huo Qianqian stuck out her tongue and said nonchalantly, "When Sister Xia first came, she would secretly cry every time she saw Big Brother. She couldn't even utter a complete sentence in front of Big Brother."

Now I can express myself completely, which is a big improvement!

She has always been careless and doesn't take these things seriously.

but--

She leaned over to Huo Qianqian and whispered in her ear: "Sister Xia didn't act like a sister-in-law just now."

Living under the same roof, how could they not see that Xia Xinyi seemed to be intentionally getting closer to Ruan Xingchen, in the way she dressed and even in various small movements.

She looks fine normally, but once she shows her shyness, it is hard to associate the two people together even if they are wearing the same clothes.

The two girls didn't think much about it, just said something casually, and then gathered together to chat in private, laughing and joking.

Instead, Huo Yan's black eyes moved slightly, and a hint of thought flashed across his eyes.

Beside him, Ruan Xingchen held her chin and looked at him.

With a sly look in her eyes, she used her other hand to occasionally poke his forearm and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about, Mr. Huo?"

She didn't use much effort.

Her slender white index finger touched the bulging muscles of his forearm through the thin shirt.

Sometimes it was light, sometimes it was heavy, like a beautiful piano piece being played, or like just a random movement.

With a slight itch, it is hard to guess what she means.

Huo Yan couldn't help but slightly tense his muscles, and it took him a moment to react to what she said.

"nothing."

He raised his hand and grabbed her playful hand, casually glancing at his sister who was chatting happily.

Then he lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice: "Madam is being naughty again."

"I don't understand what Mr. Huo is talking about."

Ruan Xingchen gave a wicked smile and refused to be obedient even when he caught her hand.

The delicate fingertips rubbed against his palm, tracing along the fine lines.

itch.

Waves of itching spread from the touching skin.

Huo Yan's eyes grew darker, and he felt as if his blood vessels were crawling with restless insects, clamoring to break free from the cage of reason.

He wanted to stop her movements, but he didn't want to use too much force.

In the end, he could only look at her half-pleadingly, half-indulgently, and said softly, "Madam, stop making trouble."

The surface of those dark pupils that always contained a coldness seemed to be covered with a layer of gentle water.

The noble king lowered his head, like a big dog exposing his belly and handing his weakness over to her, completely open to her.

Wet, trusting, and a little bit easy to bully.

Ruan Xingchen felt more and more itchy, and stretched out a slender finger.

With a strange rhythm, it climbed up his wrist like dancing, stroked his blue veins, and moved slowly on his skin.

Huo Yan suddenly stiffened, with a look of forbearance on his face.