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

"Ah."

Trying to suppress the redness on her face, she bit her lip and responded softly.

Raising her head shyly, she took the initiative to move closer, and closer—

The corner of her eye lit up a little orange.

"Sister-in-law! Brother! Did you know that the whole village has a power outage?"

Huo Qianqian held Huo Xiaoning's hand, and each of them walked across the yard holding a candle.

Her voice was still filled with excitement, and she said cheerfully, "So this is what it's like when there's a power outage in the village. I saw other families have lit candles too... Xiaoning and I are here to give you some candles!"

As they approached, orange light filled the entire room.

Huo Xiaoning grew up in a small mountain village that was even more backward than Linjia Village, so all this was obviously not so surprising to her.

She just pursed her lips and smiled quietly, looking well-behaved and shy.

Ruan Xingchen's face was still a little red. He responded, reached out to take the candle, and asked, "Where's grandma? Has she returned to her room?"

"We sent grandma back to her room before coming here."

After delivering the candles, Huo Qianqian refused to leave. She stayed by the window as usual, looking expectant as she said, "Sister-in-law, grandma said we're going to the mountains to visit the graves tomorrow. Is the mountain far away? Will there be any wild animals there..."

"Why don't you leave?"

Before she could finish her question, Huo Yan spoke in a low voice with a cold face.

His eyes fell dangerously on her face, and he said coldly, "It seems that you were not tired enough during the day. You are so energetic, why not get up for a morning run tomorrow morning?"

"No, brother!"

Huo Qianqian screamed, shrank her neck, and muttered softly, "I just want to say a few more words to my sister-in-law. Don't be so stingy. I'm leaving, isn't it okay for me to leave?"

She is usually lazy and does nothing at home. She can't even get up to go for a morning jog, let alone a bumpy day.

It is impossible to run in the morning.

She was just going to die of laziness in bed.

Seeing her trying to avoid him, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but laugh and said, "Go back and have a good rest! Haven't you been interested in growing plants and flowers lately? There's a flower farmer nearby who grows orchids. I'll take you to visit him after the ancestor worship is over."

"Sister-in-law is the best!"

Huo Qianqian cheered and glanced secretly at her elder brother.

Look at what the eldest sister-in-law did! Unlike the eldest brother, who is always mean all day long.

Secretly making a face at Huo Yan, she waved her hands excitedly and said, "Then we'll go back and rest first! Good night, sister-in-law, good night, brother!"

Huo Xiaoning also said good night.

Seeing the two of them return to their room and the light of the candle in their hands disappear behind the closed door, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but smile and squeezed Huo Yan's hand.

He laughed and said, "Mr. Huo, you should smile more often. You always have a cold face. No wonder Qianqian and the others were afraid of you."

She was talking about when she first married into the Huo family, her younger brothers and sisters were all silent and timid around Huo Yan, even more honest than when they met their elders.

Hearing her teasing, Huo Yan's eyes showed a bit of helplessness, and he said calmly: "It's good to be afraid. Madam pampers them all day long, and they are about to be spoiled."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Is Mr. Huo still going to be jealous of them?"

The smile on her face widened. Ruan Xingchen bent down with a hint of mischief, leaning in close to look into his eyes. In a soft voice, she asked, "Aren't you ashamed of being jealous of your younger brothers and sisters, Mr. Huo?"

She was too close.

The tip of her nose rubbed against his nose bridge lightly, and her pair of black and white eyes were dazzling, like a galaxy pouring back.

The unique fragrance on her body hit her face, and Huo Yan couldn't help but let his voice fall. His eyes darkened as he said, "Not ashamed."

He raised his hand and held her in his arms, his big palm pressed against her waist to prevent her from leaving.

He leaned close to her ear and said, "If they're jealous, they can just find their own boyfriends or girlfriends. What's the point of always trying to snatch someone from me?"

"My wife belongs to me alone, no one can take her away."

The breath he sprayed while speaking fell on her earlobe, bringing a slight itch.

The usually calm, composed and dignified man was filled with jealousy. He leaned over to her ear and whispered his possessiveness: "I want my wife's eyes to look at me, always look at me, only at me."

"Vinegar jar."

I just wanted to make a joke, but I didn't expect that I would fall into the tiger's mouth.

Ruan Xingchen felt his body throbbing and couldn't help but murmur something.

"It's just the Madam who's jealous."

Huo Yan showed no sign of embarrassment and responded confidently, placing the candle in her hand on the table.

His fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints, full of the beauty of masculine power without being overly exaggerated.

There is a contradictory feeling of toughness mixed with elegance and nobility.

It was this hand that held the red candle, slowly poured the candle wax onto the table, and then stuck the bottom of the candle on it while it was still hot.

Simple movements, when he does them, flow smoothly and have a kind of flowing beauty.

Ruan Xingchen's eyes couldn't help but follow his hand, and her face inexplicably turned red at this ordinary action.