Hearing this, Wen Ci let go of the man's ear. She wrapped her arms around Huo Jingyuan's neck, leaped onto him, and locked her legs tightly around his waist. Her lips curved into a playful smile. "So, you're *really* not tired?"
"I'm not tired."
The man's voice was low and unhurried. Despite his exhaustion, a flicker of desire was evident in his tone.
"So, you're good until morning?"
Huo Jingyuan: "..."
His deep eyes stared intently at Wen Ci, only inches away. They held a hint of helplessness. "Ah Ci, are you trying to work your man to death in bed?"
Wen Ci blinked innocently and said at a leisurely pace, "Didn't you say you weren't tired? A whole night shouldn't be too hard for Mr. Huo, right?"
After a moment of silence, Huo Jingyuan held Wen Ci steady by the waist and walked slowly toward the bedroom. Wen Ci was still clinging to him, and the room was pitch-black.
