Once Wen Yaozu was gone, the living room fell quiet.
Wen Ci leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and hooked the man with the tip of her foot. Her eyes were sultry, her gaze swimming with affection:
"Not saying anything? Could it be someone's feeling shy?"
'Even though she'd walked in on him pleasuring himself, they were husband and wife. It wasn't as if they'd never seen or touched each other before.'
'What's there to be shy about?'
At her words, the tips of Huo Jingyuan's ears turned red. "Can we please not talk about it."
Wen Ci burst out laughing as she watched the man's impossibly handsome cheeks flush. "Mr. Huo, you really are shy, aren't you? Aren't you usually so quick with the dirty talk?"
"I'm not."
The man's voice was barely a whisper.
'Wen Ci was inwardly ecstatic.'
'Huo Jingyuan's flustered expression was just too amusing.'
"You're not what?" Wen Ci continued to tease him.
