Nan Fei was stunned, and surprisingly, she reached out her hand, lightly stroking his handsome face, her fingers seemingly moving on their own as they drifted over his warm, soft lips.
At the corners of Huo Beijiang's mouth, an involuntary smile was hooked, his eyes lifted in a languid smirk.
Nan Fei suddenly collected herself, glaring at him.
"Tsk tsk... Women change their faces so quickly! You wanted to eat me up a moment ago, and now you're glaring at me."
"Stop goofing around." This guy... really, no matter your mood, he can always make it go astray.
"Alright, alright." Huo Beijiang pulled her into his arms and surrendered, "I know my wife is in a bad mood, I won't tease you anymore, ok?"
He then stretched out his long, strong arms, wrapping them around Nan Fei's slender waist, pulling her entire body into his embrace.