Wen Ci entered the courtyard and saw the man's figure inside through the bedroom window. Stepping inside, she leaned against the bedroom doorway and asked, feigning ignorance, "Mr. Huo, where are you off to?"
Huo Jingyuan paused in his packing of a greatcoat. He immediately walked to the door, wrapped an arm around his wife's slender waist, and said calmly, "Devil's Week is about to start. I won't see you for a week."
The corners of Wen Ci's eyes lifted. She draped her arms over the man's shoulders, her own eyes growing misty as she teased with a faint smile, "Since we won't see each other for a week, how about this afternoon we…"
She was deliberately provoking Huo Jingyuan.
Her goal was to arouse his desire, only to pour a bucket of cold water over him.
At that, the man's burning gaze fell upon Wen Ci. The assembly for Devil's Week wasn't until five in the afternoon, and it was only nine or ten in the morning.
