Questioning

Huo Yunting pursed his lips and smiled with satisfaction, "Not nearly enough, repay me when you get home."

Lu Zhaoyang suddenly felt light as he carried her up in front of everyone and left the stage in big strides.

For some reason, she felt her eyes twitching.

She guessed that another storm will be coming tomorrow.

On the way back, Huo Yunting let out a sigh of relief as all burden seemed to leave his shoulders and his hands started to be cheeky again, sneaking onto her clothes. He gently stroked her back, as he laid his warm body onto her shoulder.

"Wifey...." He gently bit her ears erotically.

"Can you wait? We are still in the car," Lu Zhaoyang pushed him away and smiled, "I never thought that you'd actually look good dancing."

"To surprise you, I have given you my first song and dance."

As he thought of that, Huo Yunting was slightly embarrassed and looked outside to pretend that he was cool.