To Return Home Early

Wen Zac looked at Ming Lan's flushed face and her moist and swollen lips. His thumb gently brushed along them as he asked, "Does it feel like before?"

With her head lowered and pink blush covering her entire face, she nodded as that shy smile didn't leave her lips.

"Then we can move forward from where we had left," she heard him again and she nodded quietly. Her cheeks felt hot as if all the blood was rushing towards her face, to expose what she was feeling.

"Do you want to continue?" he asked but…

Just then the intercom inside the room rang. Wen Zac sighed but didn't move away from his wife, as if he didn't hear the ringing of the phone. 

"Zac…." Ming Lan looked at him, "The phone…"

"Is that important at this moment?" he looked not interested in picking up the call. 

"It's from home. Mother must be calling us for breakfast. It's already late," she tried to reason out.